Counting the Days til Fall

I know I've overwritten on the topic of summer heat, but I just can't help myself. This is getting ridiculous. I didn't feel this uncomfortable at age 42 with my first baby. And she was born in the heat of August. That was 2006 and I do recall it being a sweltering summer as well. It must be my four extra years. Can it be? However my healthy non-pregnant 38-year old friend just told me she nearly passed out in the subway platform. But she had had a workout and some saki beforehand. Still, though, it makes me realize that my age and the summer heat are playing a joke on me. I am literally waddling around and huffing and puffing. Yes, I went to the City today and had to pace my breathing walking on the subway platform. And at home our apartment doesn't have central air, which 90% of apartments in New York lack, so it's not a shock we're without. Our apartment is railroad style, it's called. It's long and skinny. The ac unit is on one end and the heat is sitting on the other end. Needless to say, I spend most of my indoor time at one end of my apartment. I have my books, computer, cell phone charger, snacks and pillows there. It's as if I've moved permanently to one end of my apartment and only visit the other side for the bathroom breaks and raiding the refrigerator. The other side has become a little foreign to me. I forgot what's there. Each time I lunge for a snack (if you can picture that), I notice a knick knack I had completely forgotten about. My cat lies on the coolest spot of linoleum floor space she can find. My electric bill is going to be monstrous this month. Better to be penny-pinching than be miserable. I need a cantaloupe a day, and lots of other cold fruit, to keep me nourished. One good thing is I don't crave junk food or chocolate. I only want cold, preferably, cold liquids, going down my throat. Ice water is about all I'm drinking these days, and fruit smoothies with the fruit that's gone bad. I have never been so focused on the weather in my life. But if I put on the news tonight and learn that another 90 degree day is in store for tomorrow, I will let out an unpleasant-sounding groan that may be heard throughout my building. I am literally counting the days until fall. Summer is great and all, but enough is enough!