Oh, the heat today! You know, I remember shivering while walking to the train during the bitterly cold winter months, feeling the tips of my fingers freeze off, and dreaming of the hot summer months. Of not having to bundle up in a million layers to go outside, or wear big clonky waterproofed boots - of flowy sundresses and espadrilles and drinking iced tea under a tree in the park.
Of course, now, the flowy sundresses stick to me as I sweat my ass off walking to the train, I don't actually own espadrilles, and my iced tea is warm by the time I get to Prospect Park. Although I much prefer the heat to the cold, 100 degrees is really pushing the limits of what I can tolerate.
At least now it's storming, and things have cooled off, if temporarily.
Today was, as I described it to my mother on the phone, a lonely day. Going outside - at least until late afternoon - was entirely out of the question, so I wandered around the apartment, completely at a loss as to what to do with myself. I cleaned a little, organized a little, and watched a lot of TV (I've totally overdosed on Doctor Who) until I simply could not stand it anymore. I packed up a book, my tea, and some sunglasses and braved the thick and oppressive miasma that was today's weather so I could go sit in the park.
And really, once I got to the park and sat down on a bench in the shade, it was all right. Nevermind that there were butterflies everywhere, and they were attacking me (by which I mean, alighting on my brightly patterned dress, flying away, coming back, and doing the same thing). I felt like an accidental Snow White.
At least tomorrow and Saturday I have plans. Feeling isolated always gets me down like this. I do so hate being lonely.
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