This must be the hottest day of the year thus far...
It’s been hot and humid all summer, but I do not recall a season like this in recent memory.
Right now, it’s eleven o’clock in the morning. On most Saturday mornings, I wash clothes, but not today. The heat is too oppressive.
And as I write this journal entry, I’m noticing that not even my wasp neighbors are stirring. Five of them have parked themselves on the metal base of my window, just below the meshed screen. And as they passively watch me, I think they’re struggling to breathe just as I am. Not even the biggest one of the bunch is making any effort to fly across the cell to get a sip of water from my sink.
The heat and humidity is also taking a toll on my sleep. I seldom get more than four hours of sleep in weather like this. Last night, for example, I was apparently sweating so much that when I got up around three o’clock, I discovered that my pillow was soaked. Of course, I found it almost impossible to get back to sleep on a pillow that had become like a wet sponge.
I have no appetite either. So, I will skip lunch. But at 12:45 there’s going to be a worship service in the chapel, which I plan on attending. It will run until 2:45 when, at this time, I must return to my cell.
The chapel, however, is going to be hotter than the building I live in. It has no windows. And while there are a couple of large industrial fans in the chapel which run constantly, in this kind of weather all they’ll do is circulate hot air in an enclosed room.
I’m counting the days to autumn.
D.B.
Right now, it’s eleven o’clock in the morning. On most Saturday mornings, I wash clothes, but not today. The heat is too oppressive.
And as I write this journal entry, I’m noticing that not even my wasp neighbors are stirring. Five of them have parked themselves on the metal base of my window, just below the meshed screen. And as they passively watch me, I think they’re struggling to breathe just as I am. Not even the biggest one of the bunch is making any effort to fly across the cell to get a sip of water from my sink.
The heat and humidity is also taking a toll on my sleep. I seldom get more than four hours of sleep in weather like this. Last night, for example, I was apparently sweating so much that when I got up around three o’clock, I discovered that my pillow was soaked. Of course, I found it almost impossible to get back to sleep on a pillow that had become like a wet sponge.
I have no appetite either. So, I will skip lunch. But at 12:45 there’s going to be a worship service in the chapel, which I plan on attending. It will run until 2:45 when, at this time, I must return to my cell.
The chapel, however, is going to be hotter than the building I live in. It has no windows. And while there are a couple of large industrial fans in the chapel which run constantly, in this kind of weather all they’ll do is circulate hot air in an enclosed room.
I’m counting the days to autumn.
D.B.
