The time has come my friends. Since I’m not heading back up to Alaska this year, it’s time for me to crawl into my air-conditioned hidey-hole and wait out the Florida summer. I’m making my last pilgrimage to Orlando this summer, and then that’s it. I will be hiding until the fall.
It’s not just the overwhelming heat that makes me wonder if someone is literally trying to melt my bones; it’s not the sun that gives me a fun rash if I let it touch me for too long. It’s not the Orlando crowds that make even the Space Ship Earth line two hours long. I could even deal with the stingrays that stab your feet if you accidentally scare them. It’s more the sweaty combination of all those things mixed with the inexplicable hatred of having my feet get too hot.
But there are plenty of amazing inside activities I can do. I’ll just pretend it’s winter up north. I’ll curl up under the AC unit and binge on Netflix. I’ll finally learn how to play Rook and Pinochle. I can do a puzzle, read books, write books even. I’m even taking a break from the heat to head up north and do some serious camping. (I’m finally climbing Cadillac Mountain, y’all!)
I know I’m doing it in the wrong direction, but this is how my clock works. Hibernation is upon us. As John Snow says: Summer is coming.