Hot.
Humid.
Too hot to do anything but lie spreadeagle in underwear under ceiling fan, intermittently wiping poolled sweat away with an old t-shirt dumped on end of bed. Multiple cold showers. Can't read. Too hot. Play music and close eyes against too bright light. Wait for darkness. Fill empty bottles with water and stuff in freezer to chill quicker. Cold drink fleeting relief. Slosh when walk. Wish were just bones and glandless. Skin of face burning from repeated swipe of sweat with hand. Friction burns. Contemplate joys of menopause instore - hot flush must be very similar to this. Resolve to mistreat prescribed medicines when time comes.
I'm still jealous of the current weather you got down there.
ReplyDeleteIt is indeed glorious weather. If only I were thin again. I don't remember sweating this much when I lived here before.
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