I am not a lizard

[la_marquise]

I seem to have transformed, over the last few days, into a character from a Somerset Maughan novel. Specifically, one of those frail women who droop over chaises longues, in states of perpetual fragility and weakness. It is, quite simply, both too hot and too humid. I can cope with one at a time, but both together... No. Nothing is getting done, I can't concentrate.
Dizziness, headaches, lethargy... If you want me, I shall be reclining on the daybed, cologne-soaked handkerchief in hand.
(It's not heat-stroke. I know the symptoms -- been there, done that -- and how to avoid it. I'm just no good at this kind of weather.)

Skirt of the day: long blue cotton.

Comments

[dancinghorse.livejournal.com]

I shall join the pity party, with 80% humidity (in the desert!) and 95F. And half of the house's cooling system nonfunctional.

I don't go beetroot. Just kind of wash out. And droop. I do droop.

[http://users.livejournal.com/la_marquise_de_/]

Washing out is precisely the right image.
We need a writer commune, with horse space, somewhere nice and cool.