My brain appears to be disturbingly affected by the heat. I've lost whole days. Ask me what I did this weekend and I will tell you--with a slight note of panic--that I don't know. Somewhere in there I'm pretty sure I walked the dogs, read a book or two, ate food, tossed and turned instead of slept...but I have no concrete recollections; it's all based on routine, not fact.
I know Monday was fraught with errands and tasks, and three trips up and down the mountain in 100* temps. I had to fill the bird baths twice--morning and evening--because the water just evaporated, and vaguely remember watering the garden late at night under the stars, the air so hot and humid I felt lightheaded by the time I was finished. But a clear memory of the day? Nope.
Yesterday I worked on the Dark Wind serial sitting on the cool tiles of the kitchen floor with a dog on either side of me, a big box fan blowing a sirocco breeze over us. The dogs crunched ice cubes and I sucked down glass after glass of iced tea as my fingers madly tapped the keyboard. Eventually my butt got sore, the dogs got bored and I had to stop for the day, but at least I wrote a solid chunk and hope to finish the latest installment this week.
Well...assuming my HIA disorder doesn't continue and I forget where I left the plot, the characters, my mind.