MERRILY WE ROLL ALONG - by Stephen Sondheim
1994 Revival Cast - with Malcom Gets (Richard on Caroline in the City)

First of all, Happy Bastille Day. You didn't think Francaise would let today go by without a mention of the day that sparked the beheading of the French aristocracy, did you? Vive la France!

My G-d, it's hot! I mean, dripping-sweat, stick-to-vinyl, skin-melting-off-bones hot. Though I can handle the heat better than I used to (I think that's due to my vegan habits), I still hate summer. And the high humidity hasn't helped one bit. I thought I left behind all this suffocating weather when my family left Pensacola, Florida over 20 years ago. Guess there isn't much I can do about it, except stay inside as much as possible (not too difficult) and bitch and moan until the weather is more to my liking. That should happen, oh, round about late November. Did I mention I hate summer?

Wanna know what I really hate about it? The inability to sleep. I know most people treasure their sleeping time. Well, I'm certainly no different. The time I spend in bed, sleeping, lights out to the world and enjoying my dreams, is utterly precious to me. Disrupting my sleep patterns, which are erratic to begin with, could cause someone to lose an arm, or at least be seriously cussed out. My dad found this out one fateful night, when trying to wake me up to go to work, back in my graveyard shift days. Since I was only half awake, I don't remember what I said to him, and he never told me, but I know it wasn't very nice. (Sorry, Dad!) But I digress...

There's nothing like lying awake, staring at the all but useless ceiling fan, knowing that even wearing a tank top and shorts ain't helping. (Not ready to sleep naked just yet.) Of course, not sleeping means I'm thinking. What am I thinking about? Not sleeping. It's a vicious cycle. Lately, though, I've started to drape a dampened cloth along my neck and bare shoulder, and it seems to be helping. Yea! Thank heaven I can take the heat better than I used to, or I'd really be out of luck.

Unfortunately, the fact that I can take the heat better means that I can't withstand cold weather as well as I once did. This upsets me to no end. I love the cold. When everyone else complained about low temperatures, I'd be walking around without a coat, proclaiming the cold weather to be "invigorating" and "refreshing". Nowadays, once the temperature dips down under 70, I shiver right along with the rest of the So Cal "weather wimps", as I used to call them. Yep, payback's a bitch.

Take care!

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