I’ve taken an unplanned two-week hiatus as a result of Montana finally getting hot, and by hot I mean even my folks in Tucson would mop their brows occasionally. Both Sputnik and I have been incredibly lethargic––her because she’s a long-haired cat that I’m too chicken to give a real haircut, and me because one of the medications I’m on has raised my internal temperature one whole degree from where it used to be––as the temperature outside and inside climbs above 90 degrees (F). My only window is more or less in constant sun from early morning through early evening in the summer, and I can only imagine I survived this last summer by spending as much time at the library as possible enjoying the air conditioning. I finally hit upon a schedule that mostly works, with me sleeping away the hottest hours of the day and then staying awake from sunset through late morning. I was actually able to finish a book and completely rearrange the furniture today. But this can’t last, in part because my parents visit soon and I’m sure they’d be thrilled if I was actually awake ordinary hours. We’ll see what happens.
Sputnik may emerge from this period with a poodle cut. Updates to follow.
Not much else to add, apart from the hiatus might or might not persist until the parental visit concludes, and I still refuse to actually assemble my bed frame since I simply cannot allow myself to endure more than a few months of unemployment. I’m putting every ounce of energy and joy and hope into finding that north-of-the-border home that will bring me one step closer to my mother’s family.
And the Arctic circle. I eagerly await the next thermometer drop.
