It’s so freaking hot today and there’s no incentive for me to go out of my airconditioned room.

The flower teas I ordered online finally arrived this morning. They’re fragrant and calming to drink even though they needed to be consumed hot. So I started the day with a pot of rose tea and then I had back to back calls. And back to back stories.

I can’t remember when I had my first meal because I was jumping from one task to another. Half cup of rice, some slivers of bacon, egg and sauteed kangkong. It’s kangkong all the way down because my digestive system needs fiber.

I had lunch at around 3 pm. I can’t remember if I had dinner. Did I? Was too busy messaging people all at the same time that I lost track of who am I talking to about what. Sometimes, I’m in danger of typing in the wrong chatbox about something another person shouldn’t know about. Like the chatboxes of my sources on WhatsApp are dangerously close to each other. This kind of mistake is fatal, which happened to me when I mixed up my brother with J a month ago or so on FB Messenger. 🤦🏻‍♀️

I was surprised that that the day was already gone when I finished uploading my story at past 5 pm. My brain was also shutting down so I gave up any pretense of sending emails and trying to network with people.

My obnoxious cat, Sushi, couldn’t care less about her human’s frenetic day. She would sit on anything that I am working on, including this curtain that I’m finishing. She slept on it, crumpling it further.

Tomorrow I have a dentist appointment and parking at my dentist is next to zero. So Grab it is. But just the thought of waiting for my ride is enough to make me wilt. Climate change is real, people. I don’t remember being this hot when I was growing up. I never heard of anyone dying of heatstroke when I was a kid and we were always outside in the grassland with my friends everyday, all summer vacation. I was so brown for playing outside all day. These days, I couldn’t even stand being in my old room in my mom’s house because it was like burning in hell. It didn’t have AC because it has always been cool there. Not anymore. Everyone now convenes in my mom’s side of the house (in her self-contained unit/studio) where she has a 2.5 hp split-type AC. I never bothered to have my old room fitted with AC because I don’t live there anymore. I haven’t even slept in there the last two years.

My cats are now convening in my room because it’s cool here.