This blank page continues to taunt me like a raw, blinded socket full of maggots.
It is 94 degrees and the humidity is 42%. The sun is beating down all attempts at normal life. In the house, the AC can't even keep up and it is 78 and feels hotter in here. Outside... you don't even want to know about outside. The only reason whatsoever to go outside is so you can tell the AC really is working when you step back in.
I'm not normally one to complain about the weather. I usually enjoy the summer a bit more than I do cold weather. But this. Even I am actually looking forward to Fall, which I usually dread as the end to Summer. I put things off and tell myself, "As soon as it gets a bit cooler..." And so, things pile up and overwhelm, and the bad feelings come. The worst part is I know the proper procedure to combat this is to endure the heat a small bit at a time and continue to complete the physical work that needs to be done. This would benefit me physically and psychologically. It's the promise of pain and dread that immobilizes me. And since I know, "No pain, no gain," I beat myself up for wussing out.
It is time. No, it is waaaay past time for a change.