I’m not myself these days. Its the heat. For this fair and freckled skinned cailìn (irish word for “girl”), born and raised on an island that sits on the edge of Europe and regardless of the time of year, is the first country to take a good pounding of all the nasty wind and rain the Atlantic Ocean has to offer, the Atlanta summers are hell. Pure and utter hell on a hellish stick. An intense heat, with a side of humidity, that hits you from all angles and renders every day a bad hair day. If I could, I would do everything I need to get done in a day from the comfort of an air-conditioned room, or from the tranquility of a pool with a swim up bar. But failing the practicality of either of those plans, I do my best to survive on a schedule based very much on the principles of one Mr. Count Dracula and avoid being outside for the more heat intense parts of the day. Unless it involves a pool with a swim up bar.

2 Responses to “Heat And The Principles of Dracula”

  1. I definitely can understand and relate. I’m a GA peach too and this heat has been… hellish. What makes matters worse for me is that I don’t have A/C in my car so I’m really living like a vampire these days lol

  2. Karen Shinkins says:

    So glad someone else is feeling my pain. Roll on Fall, fast.

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