What I overdid on my summer vacation

summer heat I don't know why as adults, we feel like we should take the summer off the way we did when we were kids. I get that the conditioning is pretty strong coming off of 12 or 16 years of school, but really, at nigh-on-45, WTF? It's not like I haven't had some clue that the money doesn't keep coming in unless I keep going out to get it.

Carly has already mentioned that this seems to be the busiest summer on record, so I won't belabor it. But halfway through the proposition (I'm a Memorial Day - Labor Day kind of gal), I find I've done less socializing and seen fewer movies this summer than any in recent memory. Granted, Hollywood's annual Festival of Popcorn Movies has been somewhat lamer than usual (and despite my commie-pinko-liberal tendencies, I can only see so many documentaries about the end of the world before I want to drink Drano and lie down in a cool room). But still, I like my friends and we all like the movies and FUCK, at least it's cool there. So what gives?

Right now, my theory is that it is literally just too damned hot. I have lots and lots of work to do but it feels like I'm wrestling my way through (warm) soup to do it. It's taking me roughly one and a half times as long to do half as much stuff, and I have twice as much stuff to do. And yesterday was a good day, while I sat at Urth Cafe between appointments, I could actually feel the mercury drop from "you could fry eggs on my thighs" to "hey, the liquid's back in my eyeballs and I can blink again".

Please note: I'm not complaining, except about the heat, which I pretty much can't stop bitching about. I asked the universe for more work; more to the point, I asked a lot of people if they needed work done, and a lot of them said "yes", and so now, day after day, I find myself in this peculiar place, dressed in a wet bathing suit, at the computer, shades drawn against the heat and four fans blasting away at my sorry ass while I try desperately, sweatily, to Get Things Done.

I guess all I'm asking at this point is, is it just me and The BF? Or is it everyone's busiest summer because no one can get anything done?

xxx c

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