About myself. All this time, ever since I was a child, I believed I hated hot weather because it made my head hurt worse than normal. I thought that’s why summer depresses me. Um, nope. My head has been just fine for over a month now, nothing short of miraculous, and I still hate summer. It’s the heat that depresses me. Which means unless I find a way to pack up and move someplace with shorter summers, there’s really not a heck of a lot I can do about this.
Not having a constant migraine does mean I am more functional this year than I’ve ever been in the summer so I suppose that’s a good thing. Still, I’m a bit disappointed. I know, I know. My head doesn’t hurt and that should be enough, right? It is a truly wonderful thing, to be sure. But I wanted more. Silly me.