It was 92 degrees today. In LA, I could do 92 standing on my head. I once sat in 110 in the valley in a wool-blend suit with pantyhose and felt cold. I used to love a nice hot day so I could sit in the heat and bake the perpetual chill out of my bones. I was only ever warm in over 100.
Maybe it’s because I actually have an immune system now, or maybe it’s because the humidity is 53%, but I can not handle this heat. During daylight hours I can’t do anything but languish on my bed and wish for death. I’ve been doing all my work between 5 p.m. and 1 a.m, and drinking water like a fish.
I take multiple cold showers and I might as well be stepping into a sauna on the way out. I feel like I’m swimming through my days. Ben seems fine, but he grew up here. This is normal summer weather for him. To me, if feels like I got shot with a tranq dart.