Third night of not being able to sleep at my own place because of the heat. This sucks. (Though I'm very grateful to have a good place to stay.) I guess it's just sinking in that nothing is ever going back to normal again. I've believed climate change was real all my life, and I remember noticing little things throughout the years: trees blooming too early, that summer feeling lasting a little too long into September or early October. But this is dramatic. And last summer was dramatic.
I've been able to keep my place cool enough during the day, and I work from home. So I've been home during the past two days, working. And I know by 3pm, I'll start feeling the heat, and by 4, it will feel uncomfortable, and I'll have to leave. And it just, honestly, makes me want to cry. But then I can't really think of how crying would help, so I don't. It's a very weird feeling.
