Feeling At Loss
It might be just one more hot day, but . . . this feels like this day is pushing the limits. I feel at loss.
Dennis and I are used to being at home, even during this covid thing, it has not really bothered us. When there are more days of heat that take away the freedom of being able to be outside for a time, it sucks! I am very thankful not to have health issues that prevent me from enduring the heat, but I also know what it feels like when I have had too much of the heat. This type of heat and humidity makes me feel vulnerable as I know myself well enough to know, I don’t know I have overdone it until quite a bit later after coming in from the heat. I either feel like someone confined to a nursing home facility with only windows to look out of or . . . feeling like Moses wandering the wilderness. My wilderness is from one end of the house to the other, or doing up and down the basement steps.
I did work at keeping busy and burned through several Swiffer sheets as I tidied under beds and behind furniture. Several loads of laundry completed brought self gratification . . . and good smells. I am one that is usually in and out of the house multiple times during the day. Maybe to see what the garage kitties are up to. Maybe to see if a weed has dared to sprout. Maybe to sit and watch the Koi in the pond and listen to the falling water of the fountain.
On a day such as I am having, even the sewing studio dims in its wonder lust. This is just a day that will pass. I have a book that gets a chapter read intermittently. Actually, Dennis does better on a day like this than I do. Bless his heart. I might have to acknowledge that someday, this inactivity will be my norm . . . in a rat’s ass I say!
Please bare with me and know that this is like the 24-hour flu with me. I will either get over it . . . or I won’t. Stay tuned for tomorrow is a new day, perhaps a new outlook.