Motivation

Or lack thereof.

I'm dragging everyday. It seems that I've hit the summer blues here. I'm not a hot weather kind of gal and it's getting up towards triple digits.

Take my propensity for freckles/moles/precancerous lesions and the blistering sunlight, add in a backyard that is all pool, no shade, then sprinkle on a dash of sweat induced prickly heat: you end up with a cranky, kind of depressed, sloth like lump of me.

I really dislike having to be indoors so much, I dislike using air conditioning, but there is no other way to stay comfortable in this climate. I like being able to garden, hang out outside, go for walks, bike rides etc. If you want to do any of that here from May-Oct it has to be before 10 AM, sometimes 9.
It's pretty unbearable for close to six months out of the year. Then nice for about a month, then foggy for 4 months, then nice for one month. So out of twelve months, two are fairly nice.
Why people actually choose to live here with their own free will, it just escapes me.
I'm off to medicate my prickly heatish armpits.