Like a Floridian Retiree, Seth Complains About the Weather
Written by Seth on August 25, 2009
These Hot August Nights have given me headaches, made my joints stiff and achy, and put me in a bad mood.
These have been some Hot August Nights (as the great Neil Diamond once said). The weather in the New York area has been absolutely brutal — hot and sticky with a very unstable atmosphere. This has taken a toll on my body, and I’m ready for the fall.
Or for a fall, whichever comes first.
Part of the problem with humidity is the sweat factor. No matter what you do — whether you’re in the sun or the shade — your body sweats like a leaky faucet. This is uncomfortable on the surface but, for me, the discomfort runs much deeper.
These Hot August Nights have given me headaches, made my joints stiff and achy, and put me in a bad mood. And I’m not the only one — over 8 million New Yorkers were pacing the streets, cranky as can be, these past few weeks.
Far be it for me to complain about the heat when there are so many other worthwhile things to complain about. But sometimes you just need to vent.
I am stoked for the morning I wake up chilly, needing to bundle up in a sweater and scarf (just in case).
Call me crazy. Actually, just call me arthritic.