Just Floating in a River of Hot Air
The two-week Kansas City triple-digit heatwave is preparing to break! Phew! I was pretty sure I was going to have to go to a desert soon to cool off.
WE ARE GOING TO FREEZE!
Despite the ridiculous heat, we've been spending almost all our nonworking hours outside. We eat outside, we play outside, we sit on the deck and read or play on the Internet outside. From time to time, I become aware of the heat wrapping around my body like a hot washcloth and the sweat seeping into my clothes. It's not the active sweat of a hard workout -- I always notice the minute I begin to sweat when I'm working out -- but the passive sweat of a body attempting to cool itself off as inobtrusively as possible. Lately it's been not until I get inside and my skin cries out for joy that I realize just how incredibly hot it is right now.
When I'm very cold, I'm a jumpy, grouchy mess, but when I'm very hot, I find myself floating along, almost disassociated from my discomfort. My body is definitely more calibrated for heat than cold. My mind and my soul don't want to spend one more minute inside than I have to before the cold returns to Kansas City and I explore every inch of the space inside my house in an effort to find something new to do that doesn't cost money until the weather breaks and I can go outside without shivering again.
It may be hot, but the weather's going to have to throw even worse than 105 to keep me inside for very long. I'd rather just float.
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