Sometimes, You Need to Cook

Throwing everything into the melting pot can be too much, but sometimes you can boil it down

Okay, just a short entry right now, because at time of writing, the UK is having it’s hottest day, and I am frankly cooking.

Two seconds later, this whole ice cream was a puddle running down my hand

I mean that almost literally. I went out and enjoyed the sun for a short period (my medications make me much more succeptible to sunburn and heatstroke now, so I have to be super careful and sparing with my time in the sun), but then I came back inside to try and get some writing done. Instead, I was so stuffy, hot and uncomfortable that forming a coherent thought became next to impossible.

I’ve been lying down and baking. I’ve sweat through three changes of clothes. I ditched the clothes altogether and still couldn’t get comfortable. I’ve moved around rooms trying to find a more comfortable spot, with little luck. All the while, my brain was struggling to function and it felt like I was burning up in there too.

But in a way, that time away from working on things and that moment or five of simmering to a boil might have actually proved useful. More after the jump: