I am so over you, incessant sunshine. And you, never-ending temps of 110 degrees, I’m sick of your smug hotness. “Oh, look at me! I’m summer! I’m so hot!” You do realize that people grow weary of a show-off, don’t you? Excuse me? What’s that you said? Oh, yes, yes. I’m well aware that you’re a dry heat. However, I grew up with the humidity and heat, and I can tell you, Ms. Dry Heat, that when the temps climb toward 110 forever, it’s just plain hot. Humidity or no humidity.
The sun’s had enough and the simmering sky / has the heave and the hue of the woman on fire Perfect lyrics as usual, Elbow.
Now, Summer, be gone with your bad self and usher in my love… Autumn. However, Autumn tells me not to wish my days away, even if it does feel like the armpit of hell outside.
In non-weather related news, I have my brain MRI tomorrow. Whoo-hoo. Thanks to my mom’s brain aneurysms and subarachnoid hemorrhage early this year, it is highly recommended that I get my noggin’ scanned to make sure I don’t have any ticking time-bombs hiding behind my thick skull. If they discover some abnormalities (aside from the expected anomalies since it is my brain), then I’m off for additional testing. Right now I’m just wondering how many people placed bets that the mri reveals a fat, empty space between my ears.
Maybe I’ll be able to post pics. Prove I have something up there…