Still idling, in more ways than one…stupid summertime

I really haven’t accomplished much, website-wise, so far this month. I’ve got a massive pile of new cases to add and no motivation to do them. I think it’s partly because I’m still helping Michael move — we’ve got to the end of the month to get everything out of his apartment — and partly because of this godawful heat. It’s got to the point where we, I in particular, are doing moving stuff in the middle of the night because it’s cooler.

My car ran out of air conditioning some time ago. I can’t afford to get it recharged, and my father refuses to help because he’s immune to changes in temperature and doesn’t understand why I can’t be also. And there’s a fan broken as well, so when the car idles too long the engine starts to overheat. I can’t afford to fix the fan right now and the only way to counteract this problem when I’m stuck and can’t go anywhere is to turn on the heat full blast. It’s so hot out that the car overheats more often than usual now.

Yesterday, trying to get from Michael’s new home to his old one to pick up more stuff at like 5:30 p.m., I got stuck in traffic and construction and what have you. I had to spend a considerable time idling with the sun glaring down through the windshield, the heat on full blast, engine temperature gauge hovering right on the line between “safe” and “overheating.” The radio said it was 95 degrees and the heat index was 105. I mean, the heat was directed at the dash, and I had the window open, but I still found myself wondering how long I would be able to stand the situation before I got heat stroke. (I’ve had the beginnings of heat stroke before, once, during a long bike ride on a hot day. I was twelve or thirteen. I wound up having dry heaves in a ditch in the middle of nowhere. It was awful. It could have been much worse.)

It’s not that much better at night. The temperature drops some but it’s so humid that my glasses steam up and I still wind up really sweaty and yucky.

So I go to his apartment, pack a carful of stuff and take it to the new place, and by the time I get there I’m so hot and sweaty and tired and irritated that all I want to do is sit down and read a bit and play Sporcle quizzes. It’s telling on everyone, not just me. Michael’s roommate and I got into an argument about current events that ended with his shouting at me and stomping off to his room where he stayed for the rest of the night. This has never happened before. He’s a nice guy and usually we get on fine.

Thus I have been neglecting my responsibilities. I feel pretty guilty about it, actually. Hopefully once the move is finished (or maybe before then, who knows) I will feel more motivated.