Jun 08, 2010 13:12
The heat index is 110 degrees Fahrenheit here in Eastern Louisiana. I had to stop my survey once an hour today to walk back to the Jeep and sit in the air conditioning for a few minutes. It is officially dangerously hot out there. And I still have twenty-four survey days left. I seriously hope it cools down a little... for my own safety.
As it is this field season has taken a toll on my emotional well-being. I feel homesick often, and I'm running on empty in terms of motivation to do my surveys. What is it about this year that is so much harder than last year? Is it that I forced myself to cope last year due to the fact that my heart was hopelessly far away in VA? Perhaps Isaac's proximity makes it that much harder. I get to see him for a day on the weekend, but I'm exhausted when I'm home, and he's also stressed about work. Perhaps last year our phone conversations were filled with a hope and idealism that doesn't translate over real life.
Right now I just want to be able to go home every evening and sleep in my bed. I want to be able to buy fresh groceries and go to the air conditioned gym, and go out for a beer on the weekend without passing out at 8pm. And if I can't have that, then for the love of happiness, can I at least get a heat index of 90 degrees at most?