It’s not the blues, it’s not the heat, or the wind, or the humidity. It’s August. Everything seems to become never ending monotony. This town gets so quiet without the tourists and the locals always go on vacation… restaurants close until October, stores don’t restock until November, and the coffee shop makes less muffins than usual so I have to get in early to get what I like or they’ll run out.

I am combating the doldrums as best I can by organizing and cleaning the small spaces in my house, keeping up with laundry, and then doing whatever I want to. It’s kind of satisfying.

It’s around 110 degrees in the desert, but it’s still a dry heat. We’re not catching the edge of the monsoons yet, and the desperate attempts to keep the golf courses green through the summer hasn’t created the dread humidity of July and August.

I actually don’t mind this heat – it’s the oppressive air conditioning that I’m subjected to everywhere I go that drives me crazy. A 30-40 degree difference between outside and inside is not good for a person.

Tom and I keep our house at 80 degrees, plus we use ceiling fans to circulate the air. This is very comfortable and makes the transition from outside to inside easier.

It also doesn’t cost as much.

It was 93 degrees here today. That’s a 20 degree jump from last night. I’ve been so thirsty all day. It’s only gonna get hotter from here on out. We need to get our pool cleaned before I die.

Nathan’s visit to Joshua Tree
Mom & Dad’s visit to Joshua Tree

I have just been informed by a technician that our AC unit is not properly installed or vented, but the unit works just fine, so there’s really nothing they can do about it.

Did I mention that it’s going to be 120 degrees this summer?

In other news, my parents have been here visiting for the last six days (OMG, I missed them!) and left this morning. I got a text from them about an hour ago that they saw Erik Estrada driving on the freeway. Our lives are so exciting!