The Furious Spinner

Catastrophic climate change. We is experiencing it, ain't we? Wow.

This afternoon I went to get my first box from my CSA farm. Unfortunately, it was 100 degrees out. I don't do well in heat. I got heat exhaustion (or something like it) once when I lived in Tucson many many years ago. Ever since then I can't tolerate hot weather. And I can't be out in the sun hardly at all. I was out in the heat and sun too long after I picked up my box today. I went into a coffee shop, but it was hot. I couldn't concentrate on anything, but I tried to interact like a normal human being, even though I melted into a little puddle on the table. (See you when it cools down, Bernadette!) Someone mentioned that they didn't complain about the heat because there was nothing they could do about it. I thought, "Yes, there is something you can do. You can complain about it." I don't understand or appreciate stoicism. It's too puritanic for my taste. Too above it all. I ain't above nuthin'. I'm rolling around in it all. Just call me Pigpen.

So now I'm sitting on the couch. Mario's in bed. Been trying not to throw up all night. Headache, too. I spent half the evening at Linda's. Was only able to read for about a half n hour cuz I was feeling so poorly. Hated to admit to her that I wasn't up to par. She had me go wet a towel and put it on my head. It felt a lot better. I think she liked taking care of me.

We're supposed to have record-breaking heat this weekend. Cross your fingers Linda's house cools down. It was pretty miserable tonight. Here's hoping it gets cold tonight. 0 comments

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