Do you ever just wilt? Not dramatically. Just…meh.  Like someone left you in the sun too long and now you’re just sort of lying there.  Limp and weird.

That’s me lately.

Not sad. Not in crisis. Just flat. Like a balloon that’s given up. And I keep thinking, is it the heat?

Maybe. Probably. Definitely-ish. Maybe.

The science bit (yes, I’m pulling out the science because, you know, I do teach it) says that when you’re hot, your body kicks into overdrive trying to cool you down. Blood vessels open up. Your heart works harder. Most of your energy goes into stopping you from frying. Your brain just sort of melts quietly in the background while you’re wondering why you’ve walked into the fridge again.

So yeah. No wonder we feel sluggish. Everything’s harder in the heat, especially thinking.

I went to see Pulp last night at Co-op Live. It was incredible. I loved every second. Jarvis Cocker was, well, Jarvis Cocker, and I felt completely alive. Despite the heat. Then I stepped outside and instantly felt like a popped airbed. All the joy just drained right out of me. Like my body said, Nope, that’s enough fun for one day.

So now I’m wondering. Is this just what summer does to us? Or is it everything? The noise, the speed, the trying to do too much while your brain is trying to lie down somewhere dark with a fan?

Maybe it’s not that I’m lazy or distracted or failing. Maybe I’m just overheating. And human. But did I mention I’m overheating?

If you’re feeling it too, foggy, flat, heavy in a weird emotional beanbag way, you’re not alone. Be kind to yourself. Drink more water than you think you need (ha, like I’m going to ever do that). Move slowly. Forgive the fuzz.

And if you’ve had one of those moments of joy that vanished the second it was over, tell me. I want to hear it. Misery loves company..!

Anyone else feeling like a deflated lilo?