Heat Wave
Originally written over a month ago, and things have only just begun to improve:
It's been five weeks since Pascua, or Easter, and we've entered mayo--the hottest month of the year. In this heat I've been la sloth--every afternoon finds me lying on the couch in our sala, falling asleep before a fan, after a beer. I seldom leave the casa in the stifling afternoons. No gumption, no energy--it's weighing on me. On mi esposa también y todo el gente del pueblo.
My mind can best be compared to a melting slice of cheddar cheese--once sharp, now sour and warm.
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