The Northeast is in the middle of a heat wave. It’s been in the high nineties the last couple of days, it’ll be a hundred or higher tomorrow, and it won’t drop to below ninety until Friday. We get the humidity with the heat, so it’s basically insufferable unless you:
- Have or live near a swimmable body of water
- Have no sweat glands and are always cold
- Are a glutton for punishment.
None of these three apply to us so I’m not too thrilled about these temps; therefore, we’ve sequestered ourselves in the house, allowing our struggling Central Air to keep us in the temperatures to which we’ve become accustomed. To make matters worse, I seem to be in one of my periodical funks. I woke up feeling the weight of the world on my shoulders, and I haven’t been able to shake it all day. In an attempt to change my disposition, we took a brief drive in the sunshine earlier, safely protected from the heat and humidity in my air-conditioned Forester, but it didn’t help much (OK, there were those two hot shirtless guys lounging by their pool, but it only lifted my…(ahem) spirits…for a moment.). Even a day spent chilling out with the puppies couldn’t turn this frown upside down.
I’ve yet to find a successful countermeasure to these moods so, usually, I just have to wait it out until it passes. Because I’m a huge buzz kill until it does pass, I try to lay low and avoid interacting with anyone – I don’t want to drag them down with me. I hate these moods. When I’m in them, I am completely unproductive (no motivation,) I eat compulsively, and I start to worry that everything good in my life is about to turn to crap. I’m hoping it passes by tomorrow. Work is hard enough when I’m in a normal state of mind.
(Postscript: An episode of 30 Rock just mad me laugh. Maybe I’m not completely dead inside after all.)