I'm beginning to feel a little uninspired. For what you might ask? I can't answer that. I would if I could but I fear it's because of my uninspired attitude that I can't answer as to what I want to be inspired to do. I'm making no sense?
I would really like to go somewhere. That "somewhere" is where I have hit the wall. Every where is hot right now and it's that hot that keeps me sprawled in the living room beneath the overhead fan that moves the refrigerated air through the rooms of my house.
Have you seen the movie "A Streetcar Named Desire"? I watched some of the scenes in that movie where the actors looked as though they had a fine sheen of sweat covering them, their clothes limp with the heat while the overhead fans swirled in an unsuccessful attempt to relieve them of the hot sultry summer. I think of those scenes when the month of August with it's unrelenting heat assaults. I feel as though it is an assault. A deadly weapon that is invisible; unseen and uncomfortable and deadly if you were to become dehydrated and unprotected from the direct sun rays for any length of time.
Am I being too dramatic? Maybe so. The heat does that to me. A cool shower is my destination. Now.