I am not one to appreciate extreme weather. Unfortunately, I live in the Canadian Prairies. The winters are freezing, around -40C some times. The summers are scorching. And to top it off, it’s dry. All the time. So, I am dry. As much as I moisturize, I maintain a cover of light white dry dust on my skin. It’s gross. It won’t go away. (Until I make my escape back to Quebec…) Gah.

Yesterday was the first day of really hot weather. And I was in the worst place– the bus. I completely overheated and I’ve been sick since then. And sniffling. I don’t get it. Colds are for the WINTER, not the summer! In any case, all signs point to slight on-set of heat stroke (something I am blessed to get a few times every summer since I was seven.). Fun fun.

It’s only +26C. It can get so much worse. And when it does, I will go dig myself a hole in the backyard, next to the house so I can have shade, and I will sit in my hole. Because I hate heat.

So, that’s what I’m up to. Dying. Also, my parents have left me alone for the May Long weekend, because I have to work the whole thing, and they have to go North for my great-grandmother’s funeral (she passed away Xmas day, but they waited until now for the funeral so it would be nice out). So, I’m here, with no food, cooking on the inside and the outside, and I have to drag myself to work a few times.

I’m not pleased. :lol: