Having a bit of a heatwave at the moment in the UK. I heard that it's officially the hottest day in July we've ever had, and while I'm not sure if it's true, I can believe it.
My usual safe haven of my bedroom is more like a hotbox, stifling me. And being out in the sun too long makes me tired easily and the heat itself saps my appetite (I can see why the Spanish have siestas). But it's so uncomfortable.
One positive I can take from it is that it's very grounding and reassuring that I am actually here. Usually I kind of have to snap back when fleeting thoughts of derealisation pop up.
Just needed to vent. Aaaaand breathe.