May 11, 2007
What a gray and crappy day. It's supposed to be early spring and I've spent the last two days in layers of clothing, including a wool sweater, and one afternoon working in my coat because the heating in our side of the building appears to be vacationing in Aruba. I know, I know... I live in Ireland. I should have known better when moving here. But God really suckered me that first summer here. Maybe I was just so thankful to be out of the Heat Inferno they refer to as Summer in Texas that I wasn't really paying attention to the fact that it is actually quite often cool-boarding-on-cold. I think my general malaise is due to the fact that our bathtub leaked and the water ended up in my room, soaking a box of summer clothes. I've been washing them bit by bit and all that's done, other than get that sour smell out of my room, is make me want to wear them. My shoulders are aching to get out in the sun and there seems to be precious little of it in Dublin at present. It's a good thing I'm going to Rome at the end of the month. I feel a dark mood overtaking and I fear it will only be vanquished by light. Or chocolate.