SONUVAB....

Four days ago, it was so hot that I was sitting here in shorts and a t-shirt, huddled between three fans. It was a desperate and futile effort to fight off the oppressing and clinging humidity, and stifling heat hanging in the air... There was no wind, no clouds, just a lot of blech. As the day progressed into the afternoon, I found myself dreading 5p.m., as that is when the sun breaks onto the balcony and starts to heat the living room up; if it is 85 outside, the patio will be about 92, and that heat just radiates into the house through those fabulous west facing windows.

The last 3 days I have spent huddled up in sweat shirts, jeans and socks, because I have been freezing my fat ass off. The temperature plummeted to 50 degrees for a high, with rain and wind. After the baby thunderstorm on Monday, the temperature took a nose dive. Not that I mind the cooler temps, I don't. I hate the fact that my body has no chance to acclimate to one.

In this case, the yo-yo weather has given me a sore throat, and a stuffy nose.... I am convinced I have been sleeping with my mouth wide open. Either that or the cat has been strangling me in my sleep. Rat Bastard. Did I ever mention that I am allergic to humidity? And erratic weather? There is an assload of both here.

On a side note, our paperwork went through and we will be staying here in the land of fucked weather until spring of 2010. Yes, it sucks to have mother nature wreak havoc with my respiratory system on a 3 month cycle, but it is better than the alternative. We could be in... Bumfuck Plainsville USA, dodging tornados and flash floods, and trying to survive in a "good ol' boy" town with my husband on constant deployment to the war. I prefer to blow my nose and suck down lozenges, than think about him dodging bullets and roadside bombs.

Ugh. I feel like shit. I'm going to go steam my head in the shower.