Steamy

Today I cannot think. I almost hit a car pulling out of my driveway because I wasn't paying attention. It was too early. Too bright. My eyes too fuzzy with sleep. I'm not sleeping well. It could be the twelve million gallons of Coke Zero I've been guzzling lately. And it's hot. So hot. The kind of hot that just saps your energy and refuses to give it back no matter how many frosty beverages you drink, no matter how high you crank the A/C. It's the kind of hot that laughs in the face of ice. Why use it, it's just going to melt faster than you can drink. And since it's Florida, it's hot and muggy, where breathing is as much exertion as I can handle. And even that is like breathing underwater. I hear the thunder rumbling outside, which means it's time for our daily thunderstorm. Here's hoping it cools things off a little bit, rustles up some sort of breeze. H and I used to say that we're not lazy, we're languid, and that's how I feel today. Stretched out and wrung out and limp. Drape me over something because I can't hold myself up. Put a cool rag on my head and a longneck in my hand and turn the world down low.