the heat will melt your brain
Accidentally had too much to drink last night. The headache has passed, but I still feel out of sorts.
I blame it on August.
The husband texted me yesterday, telling me that everything was getting under his skin. It was just one of those days and he wasn’t sure why.
It’s the heat I told him. This happens every August.
The heat becomes its own entity, growing and growing, until it crowds everything else out.
After work we both laid down on the bed, abandoning the normal rhythm of our Friday evenings. I don’t really remember what we talked about, only that I like feeling the vibrations of his voice when my head is resting on his chest. A much needed reset.
When we got up we ordered food from my second favorite taqueria (my favorite doesn’t deliver and neither of us felt like driving across town) and he made margaritas. I’m not much for sugary drinks, but they seemed like a good idea in the moment. Not so much this morning.
He just got a significant amount of hair lopped off, and the soft, shorn sides are now almost completely silver. It looks good, but I will miss seeing him tuck his hair behind his ears. For some reason I’ve had a thing for that - wavy, salt and pepper hair, tucked behind ears - since seeing Wayne Coyne do it sometime in the early aughts. Small and specific, but makes me swoon.
Strange to think that this time last year we were both so close to giving up - exhausted, defeated, and just going through the motions. So many empty conversations, not saying the things that really needed to be said.
Oh, the difference a year can make. That, and shifting my perspective into a healthier place.
7:19 a.m. - 2023-08-26