Late Night LaundryIt's 10:30 pm, the temperature is only 75, but the relative humidity is 83 percent. I thought when the temperature broke, things would be better, but I didn't count on the humidity factor. We're usually safe from it, but right now, I feel like I live in Chicago again.
It's too freaking hot during the day to get anything done, so I'm trying to get a load of laundry washed and dried while it's "cool" tonight. I honestly don't know how much more of this I can take. The thing about the rest of the country is they have air conditioning. There's this bizarre mindset here in So Cal that you "don't need air conditioning at the beach," so none of the homes around here have it. Thing is, I have always thought you needed it, even before the weather went bananas. This is only late July, and that means summer is merely revving up in Los Angeles. Our hot months are August and September. Two more months of this? Welcome to my nervous breakdown. Actually, that might be a strategic idea because hospitals, even mental hospitals, are always downright frigid.
Things in my world are actually kind of fucked up right now. There's been some family drama, and without going into detail, I'm sick to death of it and wondering how much more I can take. Remember that trip I took to Las Vegas in May? That was kind of a catalyst for me, and I've been burning in a slow fury ever since, and I swear to god, I don't know what to do about it. This weather's not helping nor are my hormones.
Tomorrow is my day off and I'm spending the afternoon in an air conditioned yarn shop with my knitting group. It's the only relief in sight.