never in a million gagillion years

<-- my darling husband shall post photo here.

in the oppressing heat of paris, 36 celsius which equals hotter than he!! on the fourth of july fahrenheit, i am sitting here.  literally.  moving is stifling.

the heat has gotten to the point that i am now on my third liter of water, when i probably only drink .75 on any given day.  the air is not moving and is sitting there, waiting patiently as it smothers everyone.

i tried my old tricks of taking a nap.  but i couldn't sleep.  my pillow wet from sweat dripping from my neck and scalp.  i spread out trying to cool down and put the fan on me.  the fan only blows hot air that smells and feels like an oven.

i have finally broken.

i am a hot weather lover.  i am a spring and summer flower with nothing but respect for the heat.  but even after some time, it can get to me too.  and there is nothing i can do to fix it.  complaining doesn't make me feel better.  it doesn't change the fact that i loathe my clothes, not because i hate the way the look, but because i don't want anything to touch me.

i have fantasies of being suspended in the air, free floating and motionless with a cool breeze over me.  instead.  i am sitting here, typing this trying to accurately describe the heat. 

at least i can feel my toes.