I do not do heat.
I just don't.
It has been close to 100 here in the Pioneer Valley of Massachusetts, with 90% humidity, so I have stayed indoors for days with the A/C running full blast. There is something seriously wrong when Atlanta is cooler than New England. On top of that, I appear to have contracted a norovirus and haven't been able to keep.anything down other than clear liquids since Thursday. It's either that or an extremely bad reaction to the heat. I had heat prostration once, and it felt like this.
There is a piece I want to write, but I've been unable to do the research needed to make my point, so I have set it aside until I am no longer spending half my time in the bathroom. It will be just as on point next week as this.
As Wee Mama would say, "Be kind "
I wish I could manage that, but I have the temper that goes with red hair and a big shanty-Irish mouth (translation for non-Irish-Americans: I say things unintentionally that offend people but which are the truth expressed less than gracefully). I do try, though.
I am off to attempt to eat some chicken soup. Wish me luck. I HATE summer.