I am sweating, Isla is sweating, Chelsea is sweating. I am fully horizontal, sprawled out on the settee, a fan angled down toward me, my hands draped over my head like a drama queen. Isla runs around playing with toys - seemingly oblivious to the fact that her entire body is damp with sweat and perspiration dots her temples. Chelsea, bless her cotton socks, is doing the morning's dishes (she has more motivation than I, thankfully). The days are literally melting together, and laziness abounds... I just cannot seem to find the energy to do the things I want to do like: wash the deck, clean the fridge, re-organize some storage lockers, make a turkey sandwich, brush my teeth... all of these things seem momentous tasks in this heat. So nothing gets done. As if the fact that my personal hygiene is going by the wayside doesn't illustrate my laziness enough, our propane solenoid got fried three days ago and despite having a new one in my possession and the ability to swap it out, we remain without the means to cook food on our boat. This is complimenting my laziness quite nicely, actually. We are forced to "eat out" or make meals from pairings like cheese and crackers. Even eating, quite frankly, seems a chore these days. I don't know what's gotten into me. I'm exhausted, moody, irritable and - in general - feel disgusting. This morning my sister and I had this conversation:
Me: I can't believe I'm so lazy. This boat has become the "den of sloth"...And she is exactly right. It is sickeningly hot and before you say it, yes, *sometimes* I'd rather be somewhere up north in a house in the suburbs with a cranked up A/C and a freezer full of popsicles at my disposal rather than sweating my sanity and dignity away here.
Chelsea: It's okay. You have every right to be lazy sometimes.
Me: No, it's not okay. I hate it.
Chelsea: It's summer and I just read an article on how people are totally unmotivated in the summer. And here? It's like summer times ten.