Heat Wave

 

We hit triple digit temperatures today with a humidity level more than high enough to add  misery. Thank goodness for air conditioning and cold liquids! 

We had a low activity day today because of the heat. Too darn hot to do anything more strenuous that sit in an air conditioned area. So that’s what we did. We actually found a “cat cafe” to spend time in. Being animal lovers this was right up our alley, so to speak. A way to sit, cuddle up with a fur baby and decompress. Not everyone’s cup of tea, but we enjoyed it. 

Tomorrow we plan on spending the day slathered in sunscreen at a water park. Anything to try and beat the heat. We are only here for 2 more full days and we intend to make the most of it. 

Yesterday was a bit of a struggle. Anxiety is something I’ve always struggled with, but since Mark died it’s been awful.  Yesterday was an example. My anxiety flares without warning. Nothing specific or negative needs to occur in order for it to spiral. I’m hoping that the grief group I will be attending in mid August will help with it. It’s not something pleasant to deal with and it makes me feel like I’m “failing” when it comes to dealing with my grief. Literally is to make my everything I do and every decision I make is to make my husband proud. My anxiety makes me feel like I’d be letting him down. Not what I need. 

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