Promises Promises

I am so SICK of summer. 

There. 

I said it. 

I can't believe I said it. 

I know that when the wind is whipping the snow around and it is dark at 4:30 p.m. until 7:30 a.m. I will be kicking myself for thinking this way.  But the heat and humidity this summer has dragged me down into a pit of the blahs. 

My body isn't made for the heat.  My head pounds at the slightest bit of exertion.   My ankles and feet swell and it actually hurts to walk.  I'm tired of having a sweat mustache.    Ever try blowdrying your hair while you're sweating?  (my hair must be blown dry, trust me - I have the worst hair on earth!) 

I miss walking my dog.  I miss digging in the garden (technically now a jungle).  I miss feeling energized and motivated.    I miss beading and knitting and zentangling.  I don't even feel like doing what I love.  I try.   Really, I do.  Mind over matter and all that.   But after 10 minutes I'm drained.  I wind up sitting on the couch with the fan blasting reading through a magazine or staring at the TV.  Soooooo not me!

I want to wear my knitted socks and my ultra-comfy stretch jeans with a long sleeve T shirt and walk the dog.    I want to go hiking into the Niagara Gorge and watch the rapids.   I want to bake and cook!   I want to clean my house.  What?!  Clean the house?  Oh my, the heat has definitely melted my brain.

The weather forecaster says I'll get my wish.  Tomorrow the forecast is for a high of 68 degrees!!  WHOO HOO!   

(thanks for listening to me whine - anybody got any cheese to go with that???)