I have found myself swamped with a lack of umph these past few weeks. The heat and humidity of a SE Texas August has me spending all of my time just trying to stay cool…

I have been stuck in a procrastinating mode for days and days and days. I watch the radar images on my computer screen as the thunderstorms of summer just miss watering the grass in my yard by portions of a mile…Lightning flashes, thunder rolls across the land, the cool breezes of the cloud-tops drop the temperature by 10 degrees or more…But the rains don’t fall…here.

I find myself getting lost in fiction. Fantasy novels, sci-fi, historical fiction, mysteries, suspense…it doesn’t matter what kind of fiction. Day after day, after checking the mail (and email) it’s nose buried in book (or eBook)…I am beginning to understand the call of a Kindle.

My summer this year is a return to the summers of my youth. A glass of ice tea, a good book, and a place in the shade (or if the temps are closing in on the century mark…an easy chair in the AC) and I’m good to stay. It is really hard to get excited about much of anything outdoors when the breezes don’t blow and the sun shines down from a cloudless sky as the temperatures move north of ninety day after day. Even the sky seems baked almost colorless.

One day turns into two, two days become a week…then a month…time slips by and you don’t know where the days have gone. Hazed over in heat and dust…Each day marked by another alert on the weather site… Ozone Watch Issued…Heat Advisory…At least there are no more mosquitoes…

Even the dogs are spending the days under the house. Sometimes they don’t even seem to have the energy to come out to bark at the UPS driver as he makes his delivery. If only Sherry had enough time off for a mountain run…Then life would be good…