I can relate. It’s finally become summer, in all its fury of high temperatures and escalating humidity. And all I can do is throw myself into an ice bath and when I get out again, sigh.
(Come to think of it, I sigh alot. One of these days I’ll probably hyperventilate on accident.)
Still, August has it’s good points, not the least of which is that it marks the anniversary of the spewing forth of life into the world of me. I’ve been thinking of having a shindig, maybe. But, then, I also have to move. And my birthday is at the end of the month so I don’t know if I should move beforehand and not have anywhere for my guests to sit, or afterwards and make my new landlord deal with the whole bother. Also, I don’t know if my new landlord actually would deal with the whole bother.
These are the judgment calls that occupy the mind of a Virgo on a late summer evening.
