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jul.7 {stultified}

I wish I was one of those people who revels in the sultry days of summer, languorous beach-lounging and sweet nights evocative of Sandy and Danny's summer lovin', but I am most certainly not ever meant to live any further south of my current latitude.  Day after day of super hot temps on top of humidity that makes everything feel like pea soup completely wilts my brain and makes me crabby.  I'm a hot mess.  Literally.  I just don't tolerate the heat at all, physically or emotionally and my muse even refuses to get out of the water to come and hang out with me.  It's kind of a shame considering I live on an island.  Admittedly, I love the beach for it's beauty more than I do for the sunbathing and saltwater stickiness and I'm grateful that even in the smoldering sun the shore is just as breathtaking.

But, I'm hopelessly a girl of the equinoxes.

So, I am doing my best to get through these steamy days with tons of water, cold meals of tapas and fruit, and hiding out in air-conditioning wherever I can even if that means going for a drive in my car.  The creative juices need to constantly be watered as well and so I've been trying to do a tiny bit each day until I'm a puddle of mush on the studio floor.

Luckily it looks like the temps are cooling off this week (hallelujah!) and so I hope to perk up a bit with each number that is shaved off the ninety-plus degree mark.  Until then you'll find me in the frozen food isle at the supermarket contemplating the gelato and watermelon sherbet.    


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