Thursday, August 13, 2009
I think Sam is a Yeti
We've had kind of a cool summer and I, for one, have really been wanting some warm days. Well, we got some. It has been in the upper 80's this week. Heaven! Except I've noticed my poor son wilts when it gets over 70 degrees. He gets listless, tired, sweaty and burning hot to the touch as soon as it gets warm enough for me to take off my slippers. I think his blood must be as thick as syrup (because, yes, that IS the medical explanation for not being able to tolerate heat; thick blood. Look it up!) He stays inside from about 10 in the morning until 7:00 at night. He hunkers in the basement, or lies on his bed and reads. At 7:00 (after Knight Rider) he goes outside for what he calls his "prime time," and stays out until the bugs drive him inside at about 9:00. Then in the morning he gets up early and spends a few hours outside until the heat (75 degrees) drives him into the house to pant the day away. He can't wait for winter. Makes me wonder if he's really my son.