Today, after I took my mom to the bus that took her to the airport, I fetched the dogs from the sitter and thought I'd catch a catnap. Not sure I could really sleep, I brewed up a pot of Margaret's Hope Darjeeling and got plenty tea-drunk.
Then I lay down and despite the heat and the fact that it was the middle of the morning, I was out like a light. The last few days were insufferably warm, and I muscled through to be able to show my mother the city we lived in back in the early 1970s. Today, my heat exhaustion caught up with me. Full of the Margaret's Hope I reclined and was out like a light. A few hours later, I got up and was a bit surprised at how hard it was to do so.
I brewed a second infusion of the Darjeeling, and drank half of the pot before I had to lay back down. I'm not a runner, but I do a lot of hiking every year, and the way I felt was similar to how it is after a long mountain trek. Often the night after the hike is no trouble, but the next day is overwhelming.
Pot after pot of tea and just staying horizontal until mid-afternoon seemed like the only thing that would help regenerate my ailing body. Now it's one of those absolutely perfect Bavarian summer evenings that're just cool enough. Not cold, but a nice cool breeze. I've said it before, but on a night like this it feels like anything is possible.
Earlier today, I had a conversation with an acquaintance about the best weather for being productive. As optimistic and wistful as these warm nights make me, I do find that my thought process is somehow compromised. Colder weather is easier to write and work in. For one thing, I don't feel that inner drive to go out and enjoy the weather while it's good.
So, I've brewed some more Formosa Oolong, and am repeating my evening ritual. Will keep my cranium as cool as possible hoping it'll work again when the air is humane once more. Until then, I'll assume my lizard pose and conserve energy.