When it’s hotter than Hades
Cats: cottage|Last few days have been steamers, both hot and humid.
That’s a fierce combination for a typist on work deadlines while supposedly on “holiday.”
Being at the cottage with the white-sand beach and warm waters so near is like a form of torture on days like this.
But if you’re going to have to put up with torture, it might has well be this.
I suppose this is the price you pay for being an indie biz person: You’re never truly on holiday and leaving the office for two weeks is simply not possible.
The other part of the price of being indie is juggling the risk of losing everything in amongst your daily toils.
But that’s another story.
I was up and at ‘em early this morning and if all goes according to plan I should be hitting the beach at around 3.
And when I hit the surf today, I’m pretty sure that steam will rise and there will be a sizzling sound as the heat exits my body.
August 18th, 2009 at 2:31 pm
I was away for the weekend and I already feel out of the loop.
Enjoy the beach!
August 19th, 2009 at 4:38 pm
I wonder if we will be able to see words and letters evaporating into the steam when you immerse your overheated self into the surf.
August 19th, 2009 at 8:20 pm
May the wind be cool and the water warm.
May the humidity drop and the sun relent.
May the angels shade you with their wings.
May be I should go home.