Sunday, August 06, 2006

Overcast



I find August an oppressive month. You're supposed to be lithe and smooth and tanned and running around visiting areas of outstanding natural beauty then having barbecues afterwards. This doesn't happen to me. Instead I feel lardy and lumpy and pallid, and I lie around in bed reading novels, picking my toenails and wishing it would rain. I have SAD in reverse.

joella

3 Comments:

Anonymous Charlie said...

Yeah, you have DAS - damn August sunshine.

Sorry.

9:25 am  
Blogger Jo said...

On the bright side, I've got hold of The Corrections on your recommendation - should keep me going till it's socks and jumpers weather again (though am currently reading A Blunt Instrument by Georgette Heyer, which is unexpectedly hilarious).

7:59 pm  
Anonymous jonathan said...

There's something slightly unreal about August, isn't there? It feels like an extra month that has been shunted onto the end of summer as some kind of cruel afterthought. Nobody quite knows what to do with it, so we all just wilt quietly while waiting for autumn to hurry up and arrive. Maybe they should just do away with it and move straight from July to September. You know where you are with September.

1:45 pm  

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