At a Loss for Words
It must be the heat. It is Day 3 of near and spot-on three-digit readings on the Fahrenheit scale. I do believe these insane temperatures have fried my brain. I am usually brimming with unwritten text that topples out of me whenever my fingertips touch a keyboard, but these days I am truly at a loss. It is just so uncomfortably hot out that I feel drained without doing much of anything at all. I am in air-conditioning right now, but my back is to a huge window and the heat is beating down a hole in my back. Mind you it is not even 9 a.m. and already 93 degrees! This would not be so disturbing if this were, say, August 5th or something. But for goodness sake it is still early June and not yet summer, on the calendar at least! June is officially no longer a good month for me. This past Sunday, June 8th, we marked two years since my mother’s passing. It was not any easier the second time around. It reminded me of an article I read days before we crossed her first year gone. Patti Davis, R...