Every summer it happens and every summer I get all confused by it and befuddled and consternated (that’s consternated, not constipated.). You see, I have Summer Brain. Seriously nobody understands this and if you do understand it, I’d love to know so I don’t feel so alone. The summer sun burns into my brain and the heat makes me wilt and my Infirmity o’ Life rears up its ugly head…ache.
Tis the Summer Headache that afflicts me. There is something about the combo of heat and then walking into air conditioning, then walking back into heat and the summer scorching sun that burns into my retinas right back into my brain and gives me the gift of a headache. It’s not bad enough to be considered a migraine and not quite good enough to make me want to walk around a crowded zoo looking at elephant poo in 90 degree weather. But it’s there. And it’s ugly. I’m thankful for my life and the weather and the sunshine and my health, but man, these headaches.
Give me winter or give me death.