It's been an odd day. At 8:30 at night, I feel the best course of action is to sleep, but seeing as how I'm not even remotely tired, here I am. I've been trying to think of a good way to describe what this day's been like, and I think the title says it all, I've just been thrown off my game. It happens.
Even at six o'clock this morning, I was miserable. It was so humid that even the short 15 minute walk we take in the mornings left me feeling like I was outside on the hottest day and standing in the sun. I spent the rest of the morning trying to cool off and not feel like I was in a sauna. So I dressed appropriately for the weather- summer clothes.
You'd think this would make sense, right? Well...you'd be wrong. The health department, which always reaches ridiculously warm temperatures during the summer, was ice cold. I had goose bumps for most of the morning. That'll teach me to try and stay cool! Way to throw me off my game.
Being that it's still summer, you'd think it would still be sunny in South Carolina. But courtesy of some super tropical air sent to us via Issac, it's been cloudy and rainy all day. As you can imagine, to a person with my background, cloudy and gray = Northeast Ohio during winter. I think my body temporarily tried to go into hibernation mode. At lunch, I ended up falling asleep halfway through trying to eat my salad.
Then, I had to think what I wanted for dinner. Still inside, still cold and seeing nothing but gray skies, nothing sounded better than good old comfort food. Too bad I didn't have any macaroni noodles. But c'est la vie, I settled on a meat and potato combo, with plans to make biscuits as well. Flash forward to 6:00 p.m., and there I was, once again having just finished a walk, once again feeling like I just walked out of a sauna (Because the dew point is STILL near 75, and the humidity level is STILL in the upper 90s). But now, instead of my normal, light, summer fare, I was staring down some hearty winter food. Even my stomach was thrown off its game. Oh, and the next two days are forecast to be the same as today. Going to be a great week!
I'm not the only one off my game though. Curled up at my feet in the tiniest little ball he can manage is my 70lb Golden Retriever/German Shepherd mix. The dog the maintenance guy has told me, "Is scary and growls and barks the entire time I'm in your place doing maintenance work," has been traumatized today. First it was the glass guy, who came to replace my shattered patio window. Cooper does not like strangers, let alone male strangers, being in his place when I'm not home (But when I'm home, anyone who enters the door is his best friend, including the very maintenance guys he barks at!) So, the trauma of "stranger danger" was enough to drive him to the edge, and the little house fly that has been buzzing his head was enough to send him into madness. He's been running through the house, simultaneously biting the air in an attempt to get the fly, and running to avoid being near the fly when it lands. It's going to be a long night.
So here's to hoping this weather clears up and I can return to my normal, happy, sunny life where the dog isn't running into furniture while trying to avoid an insect. Amen.
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