I wasn't built for this

Know what happens when temps rise above 90º? I lose my ability to function. OK, OK, I can function but I don’t want to. I’m also not smart about my bootless state. I should pack snacks, water, laptop and books and spend the day camping in my ACed boudoir. Why don't I? I ought to let my body adjust to the heat. Right? Towards that hopeful end, I spent most of yesterday downstairs. My little box fan was on but uselessly blowing hot air (of course). Not cool, not cool at all.

FYI, NOT low cal/low fat!

I did take myself out to an ACed lunch counter where I read and enjoyed NOT sweating for an hour. A lovely respite. Later I hit the grocery’s freezer section. Ostensibly I was hunting low fat/low cal ice cream. Reality? I wanted to stand in front of the opened freezer cases, feel the waves of iced air rolling over me while I gazed at all the pretty containers of high fat frozen treats that I can’t have.

You may be thinking – you live on a bay, Donna. Whyn’t you just park yourself at the bottom of the seawall steps and let the cool waves crash over you? 

Wo ist der Ozean hin?
Où est passé l’océan?
‘the fuck?!

GREAT idea but…the tides are being uncooperative. The water’s high at the very start of the day before the heat hits and then, at peak hours, the beautiful, chill ocean is gone, baby, gone. Mega frustrating.I'd like to register a complaint!

Today will be 95º (that’s 35 for you Celsius folk) AGAIN. I gotta be smart/less dim. I’ll hit the Y today and bring my book, water bottle and laptop. Post elliptical action I’ll claim one of the comfy lobby chairs and hang in their AC for the afternoon.

What about Coco though? Cats are generally way smart. They don’t expend extra effort in the heat. Still, I do need to make a bit of a damn effort to make sure my sweet princess is less uncomfortable.
Like:

• brushing her (removing the excess coat)
• patting her with a cold damp washcloth,
• refreshing her water bowls a couple times a day and
• ALSO an ice cube in the water bowl is a good way to earn an extra tip, just FYI

More tips here.

Coco's not keen on refrigerated air. I know – how weird! Still, last night I brought the princess up to the cooled down bedroom and, surprisingly, she was AOK...for awhile. When I got up to hit the loo though, she leaped up saying, We’re gonna go back downstairs now, sit in the front window and watch all the outdoor critters parade by, right? RIGHT?
 
She sat on the top step, staring at me – clearly waiting and willing me to follow. I kept telling her No Kitten, it’s bedtime. She was unswayed. There was más disappointment in her gaze.

I felt SUCH guilt! Of course I did. All cats are either Catholic or Jewish. They are Jedi masters of guilt.