...makes for a very crabby girl.
The days of blast furnace heat have arrived once again. As a good friend of mine said, this is "divorce weather". I don't like the heat.
At all.
If I had known how inaccurate those cost-of-living comparison figures were before we moved to Phoenix, I never would have moved here. I hate it here. I truly hate it. I have tried for almost three years to see beauty in the desert. Nope, it's just brown and dusty and ugly. With scorpions. Ugh!
It is not even May, and my air conditioner is cranked. It will remain so for at least five to six months.
I am also on a very strict diet at the moment which eliminates all refined sugar and flour and grain, in the hopes of getting my blood sugar stabilized and killing off a proliferation of digestive yeast.
Heat + no sugar = cranky pants.
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I feel for you! When you left here for there you were so sure it was going to be all you hoped for. I can only imagine how hard it would be to live with the disappointment.
Hang in there! This is just a chapter in your life, and there are many more to be written.
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