High Temperature: 96F Low Temperature: 73F Sunrise: 6:24 am Sunset: 8:39 pm Humidity: 77% Wind: ne 5 mph Chance of Rain: 10%
July heat doesn't invite lethargy, it demands it. My most productive hours are between 5 am and noon, after which my eyelids begin to droop and the lure of the darkened bedroom and soft pillows becomes too strong to ignore. After 20 minutes or so of chaotic, imagery-rich dreams, I'm wide awake and feeling guilty.
There are mornings when I wake cotton-headed and slow and I know those days will be particularly unproductive. If I push through it in deliberate ways, I can salvage the day and get quite a bit done. Otherwise, I'm too scattered to feel as if I've accomplished much of anything. Despite the short daily nap, I still sleep like a babe at niight.
Each summer I fear this has become the new state of being, perhaps related to age or to some underlying deficiency or illness; but when cool days return in the fall, my energy returns as well and I feel the constraints of time: not enough of it to accomplish everything I need and want to do. The first hints of rejuvenating fall are still several months away, but getting through July, turning that calendar page to August, is a milestone. I anticipate it like a sudden and chilling northern wind.