As Ivan pointed out, I haven’t posted in awhile. I’m sorry to disappoint. The problem is that my life is generally very boring. I wake up at the same time every day, leave the house and go to work, arriving at the same time every day. I leave work, come home and take care of kids, the house, bills, and whatever else needs my attention at night. I fall into bed exhausted at nearly midnight, then I get up at 6 am and do it all over again. Blah, boring.
And then there are weeks like this past week, where the only two people in the chain of command above me at work both decide to take their vacations at the exact same time for the whole week. Every day, I dragged my tired body out of work an hour later since I spent most of the day taking care of extra duties besides my own.
On top of the extra long work day including the extra work that goes with it, it’s 112 degrees outside. It’s supposed to be 115 tomorrow. The pool feels like a giant bathtub. The air conditioner hasn’t kicked off in weeks.
It’s too hot to cook. Too hot to eat. Too hot to move. Too hot to breathe. Too hot to think.
I’m going to go take a cold shower. Oh wait, that’s right. Only hot water comes out of the water tap now no matter which knob I turn.
In December, when everyone else is complaining about how cold they are, and I’m wearing shorts and enjoying the 75 degree weather through the open windows, I will direct you back to this post and you won’t hate me quite so much.
Summer has arrived.
Technically, it’s only May and summer doesn’t really arrive until June 21 this year, but where I live, summer is in full force.
It’s 102 degrees as I write.
Tommorrow, its supposed to be 106, and the forecast predicts 110 by Tuesday.
It’s only May.
On the plus side, the kids will live in the pool for the next four months. I may get some writing done.