This Florida summer heat is a bit much right now. I love being outside, digging in the earth, pulling weeds, playing with our hens, laying on a blanket in the grass or in the gazebo and reading a book or daydreaming for hours. Non of this I feel like doing lately. Well, I take that back. I feel like doing it…I just don’t do it because the air is thick and stifling. I crave a cool water lake with a glass of lemonade, a good book, my wife and our dogs. I feel like a lazy butt. I haven’t read more than a few pages of a book in days. I have a large to-do list that is not getting done. Well, actually, a few of the items are being checked off but not as quickly as I would like.
I go outside in small bursts. This morning I was outside for about 40 minutes trimming the bushes, organizing in the garage and randomly pulling a few weeds. Then back into the house, the ac, to the couch to zone out in front of the tv for hours. Hours. And then nap. And then more tv. Then we both couldn’t take being inside anymore so we sucked it up and went for a long bike ride, then stopped into our gym, did a few machines, and then rode to the park and sat and looked at the water under a tree. It was something. And now back to the couch.
I feel like a lazy slug. A super sloth. I feel like my brain is full of ideas and plans but my body is too hot to do anything about any of it. I hate this feeling. I feel happy in many parts of my life (some more than others) but I know that Florida weather is just not for me (I’ve wanted to leave Florida since I was 15 years old but have waffled about where to go).
I crave summers swimming in lakes and autumns full of leaves changing colors and long walks, spring full of planting our gardens, and winters with shallow blankets of snow and sweaters and fireplaces and cuddling.
Do you feel like a total slacker? Do you have cabin fever, too?
