Monday, October 22, 2007
Why is it so hot?
I spent the weekend beaded in sweat. It was disgusting. It's late October and 80 degrees in Chicago. It's too hot for socks, but I don't have a pedicure. I haven't shaved my legs and shorts and a t-shirt seem weird anyway.
I want my cold! I want to sit on my couch, watch TV and knit. I mean, I do these things anyway, but the appeal isn't there. Hot cocoa in 80 degree weather carries no comforting properties. I got a little jar of pumpkin butter, but in 80 degrees it feels like sacrilege.
I'd like to take an autumnal stroll and take in the colorful leaves. Instead I step outside only to promptly grow a layer of perspiration and suffer in my socks because I don't have a pedicure and feel like I went to the club in the afternoon because I'm looking at leaves in 80 degree heat.
Then there's the pressure to enjoy the day. So I spent the day outside along with every one else with the same bright idea so we were a mass of sweaty grimy people supposedly enjoying the abnormal day instead of being holed up comfortably and happily inside where we should have the pleasure of staying at least once this time of year. I got home and went straight to the shower. And I knit a sock.