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| The kanji character for heat |
I'm not designed for heat waves. I feel like I'm being
constantly baked in an enormous oven, with whatever intelligence I normally
possess being cooked out of me like the water in a cake. Of course, it’s
entirely possible I just bungled the culinary metaphor I was trying for – since
higher-level brain functions are being baked out of me, I end up unable to
focus on anything but how incredibly, all-consumingly hot it is. So I'm not
only less smart, I also become a boring conversationalist. It’s terribly
embarrassing, or at least it is when I get into some proper air conditioning
and can actually think again.
This year, I even feel guilty about how much I hate the
heat. With so many people losing their homes to fire, or sitting in the
sweltering dark because they haven’t had power for almost a week, I admit I’m
in the back of the complaint line. But I still dream about climbing into the
bottom shelf of the freezer section for a refreshing nap (if there are any kids
reading, don’t do that), and longingly look forward to the moment when the
first cool breeze touches my face again. I’ll get my brain back. In a way, I’ll
get myself back.
Which will be good, because I’ll have to start driving in
snow again. Still, I’ll at least be able to have an intelligent conversation
with the tow truck guy.
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