It’s the season of the year again when it’s getting hot around here. I withstand the heat better than the cold. Rumour has it that my skin is made of asbestos (in other words, that I’m a thick-skinned monster) because I like my shower so hot that it would cause most other people third-degree burns. Rumour also has it that I’m a reptile (in other words, a sleazy slick snake) because I only ever feel warm in what other people call overheated rooms.
My current room temperature oscillates at 27°C (80.6 F) and while it is a bit stuffy in here, it’s not warm enough for me to even take my socks off. I’ll have 30°C (86 F) inside when the full summer heat kicks in, which is when I do remove my socks and put on shorts. I’ve been called nuts for not minding the heat (to the extent that I don’t bother to own a fan, less so use it), but then, I like nuts.
When things get heated up, I have a plant sprayer on standby to refresh myself with. I don’t have any plants, but I bought the sprayer when I moved in with my cat to use it as a deterrent. It comes in handy for human refreshment, though the cat is in a state of permanent alert in summer when I have the sprayer resting on my table. The cat overreacts, it’s not like I waterboard her.
I’m quite looking forward to the shorts and spray season. Summer just as well might be the season that I hate the least, and not just today.