I blame the heat.
My go-to response when I need to find a cause for any of life’s problems during the summer months. Here are but a few of my recent complaints that I’ve attributed to the heat.
How can I feel this lazy it’s not even the middle of my work week?
How is it possible that coffee doesn’t sound appealing?
Where did the good beer go?
Ugh don’t touch me!
Things were different in the Midwest. During the summer it would be suffocatingly hot, like trying to breathe through a wet tube sock, but at night, the temperature would drop and we could be free! Evenings spent outside were glorious, idyllic little snapshots of heaven.
And then we moved back to Arizona.
Now don’t get me wrong, I love being this close to my family (after typing that I had to take a beat and check to make sure that was true, yeah it’s pretty true). I love being this close to California and the Pacific Ocean. The desert can be quite lovely but in the summer, in Arizona, it’s mostly just miserable. Months of 105+ degree weather, plants dormant to conserve water, everything looks dead, and then night comes and with it the monsoons. If you’ve never seen a monsoon in Arizona it looks like this:In case you’re not sure what you’re looking at, that my friends is a wall of dust, we call that a ‘haboob’. During the summer months in Arizona the heat is only part of the adventure, the other is the rain and humidity (from the rain that burns up in the atmosphere above the ground because it’s that hot) and the winds that bring a wall of dust to blanket the city. It can turn visibility to nil very quickly. If you come to Arizona, don’t expect relief from the heat at night. It’s not uncommon for a daytime temperature to be 115 and at night in the 90’s.
I cannot wait for winter. Winter may be coming, but not fast enough for me!