The Dog Days of Summer

The dog days of summer. 

You've heard the term cabin fever before, and I think I have it. Of course, you generally think of this phenomenon happening in the dead of winter in a cabin in the remote woods of Minnesota.

August in Texas is the polar opposite, but no less brutal. Especially, when you have a summer like this that will be remembered as the Summer of 2018, kind of like the Summer of 1981 or 1997. These are the summers where the temperature hovers well above one hundred for days on end. 

The result being that you find yourself moving from your air conditioned home, to your air conditioned car, to your air conditioned next destination. Even early mornings and late at night cling to temperatures in the nineties. After June and July you pretty much want to scream when August gets here. 

The resulting consequences for me is an extremely unmotivated person, who struggles to exercise, eat right, and can't get too excited about anything. Just like Seasonal Affective Disorder where not enough sunlight is available I've got Darn Too Hot Disorder, and I'm none too happy about it!

Looking forward to fall, and hoping it's not too hot as well.