First of all, why does it have to be so hot? At 6:30 p.m, it really shouldn’t be 105 degrees, now should it? No wonder I haven’t been outside since 9 a.m….I’m not sure if it’s the heat, or the shock to my system from being in New Orleans five days last week. I mean, it was hot there, but it wasn’t this hot. And this is my first Texas summer in two years. Can I just say I’m not impressed? It’s only mid-June, and it’s already well over the century mark. Not my idea of fun.
Let’s add the horrible heat to the slight bit of culture shock I’m experiencing, and you’ll see why I’ve felt out-of-sorts this week. Last week, this was what I was doing Saturday night:
And also this:
This week? I’m at home. Doing homework. Fighting to stay awake at 8:30 at night. What is wrong with this picture? Better question: what is right with this picture? Beats me…I’m hoping this blue funk goes away. If not, I’ll be forced to admit that I’m horribly homesick for a place that I only spent two years in (Okay, and that I was fascinated by and drawn to for a good 10+ years before that.), and that the place I’ve always called home…no longer is.
On a side note, I just discovered Neoclassical music (Abandoned Toys, anyone), and can I just say wow? I am blown away. And this music so fits my mood…