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humidity is torture

The heat is killing me. I knew that it was coming, but it still ruined most of yesterday for me. To be more precise, what it ruined was my sleep. I fell asleep easily enough, but woke up a mere two hours later due to the heat. Then from that point forward, I saw most of the day through one or two hour intervals as I drifted in and out of sleep. Then after sunset I got a few more much needed hours.

The fans just couldn't do it. Ever so slowly the temperature inside the house rose to match the temperature outside the house, which was close to body temperature. Then while I was awake I watched an episode of Nova that had to do with filming the inside of the human body. All that I could do was sit there trying not to think about the heat and maybe getting back asleep at the same time.

I have no idea how much sleep I actually got, but it certainly wasn't enough. After suffering for hours, I couldn't wait to get to work where it would be much cooler. At least the relief started when I drove to work in my air-conditioned car.

I doubt that I could ever live somewhere where it is hot all of the time. It would kill me, because I have an incredibly low tolerance for hot weather. Everything stops for me when it gets too hot. I can't think and I lose all desire to do anything. All that I want to do is escape to somewhere it is cool. I guess living in Wisconsin all my life has made me more of a cold weather person.

Thankfully my mood started to improve once I got to work and I could focus on other things like my upcoming trip. Now with one week left to go, I am finally starting to get excited about the whole thing. It will be so nice to just to get away and forget about everything.

After a good night at work I made my way to my parents' house to swap an exercise machine for some luggage. While I was there, I swam, got a little bit sunburnt and then sat on the swing to watch a storm roll in from the west.

I arched back in the swing to take in the full expanse of the leading edge of the storm. A massive wave of clouds was crashing down as it moved forward and the warped perspective from the swing made it seem even more ominous. Violent rain was coming, but I didn't care. Everything seemed so alive at that moment and I didn't want to miss any of it.

When I got back home, I had a message on my answering machine. The landlord told me that they had finally closed the deal on the house on Friday. They will be moving out next weekend right before I leave for my trip and the timing couldn't be any better. Now I don't have to worry about it while I am away. I know who will be here when I get back.

He also said that I could use him if I ever needed a reference and that my lease here was secure. So despite some of my prior feelings, I am not going to burn any bridges. Maybe by this time next year I will own my house, but I can't take any chances.

 
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