For those of you who live down in this direction, you know what the weather's been like. For those of you who don't, let me just say that temperatures above 100 degrees are no longer surprising. You step out the door and the heat rolls over you like a steamroller. The sun, relentless, sucks the energy out of you, draining you, until it's all you can do to drag yourself inside and flop down on the nearest piece of furniture, ready to sleep for the next three days, yet knowing that you have to be ready to go back out there tomorrow.
While this likely isn't the type of hell Mr. Churchill had in mind, it's certainly my idea of it. Those of you who know me know that I way prefer cold weather to hot. You can always put on another layer, but you can only take so much off before you upset people. Plus cold weather gives you an excuse to fire up the oven and bake, or make hot chocolate, or curl up under a blanket and read or watch a movie.
There are many other types of hell, sure. Feeling separated from those you hold dearest to you. That something (or someone) you want more than anything else being just out of reach, and knowing that you'll never get it. Or (fill in the blank). But as Mr. Churchill said, keep going. You'll find yourself on the right side of the situation soon enough, and you'll be that much stronger because of it.
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