Last week we had a heat wave.
It was hot, but more--it was HUMID. Why-bother-with-a-towel-after-showering-humid. It was nasty. It was so nasty that I did the unthinkable: I turned off the computer. I'm sorry, but it just kicked out more heat. I wasn't going near anything that kicked out more heat. There were actually a couple of days there where I refused to make the kids toast for breakfast and insisted that they eat untoasted bread or cereal. Because toasters? Make heat. We had fudgcicles for lunch and sandwiches and salads for supper. Because--and I cannot express this enough--It. Was. HOT.
Me last week:
Ewwww. And that's what you'd say if you saw me too. No really. Slow? Check. Awkward? Check. A little slimy? Check.
I was reminded why I live in Canada and why I never dream of some tropical vacation. Heat and I, we just don't LIKE each other. Actually, it's that crazy humidity. I don't mind days where it gets up to 28, 29 (80's for those thinking in Fahrenheit). Actually, I LIKE those days. But when the humidex climbs over 40 (100's) I'm a goner. I did nothing.
I take it back: I refereed. The kids were as miserable as I was, and they were at each other's throats. A lot. So when I could gather enough energy, I told them to knock it off.
Near the end of the week, started getting excited by the reports of Hurricane Bill heading our way. When you have a week like that, you NEED a good storm to clear the air. But it was not to be. Bill was a bust. Over-hyped and unremarkable. Instead we got a gentle rain on Monday and cooler air, and now life is good again. So I celebrate by turning the computer back on, firing up Lightroom, and getting back to work. All while avoiding the REAL hurricane--shopping for school supplies.