I have a point of contention with colloquial expressions in English. In particular, I don’t buy it when people say, “but at least it’s a dry heat” because at a certain point, probably the third straight week of temperatures above 105 F, it doesn’t seem to matter. Wet or dry, it is miserable, unbearable, and unfortunately enduring. It’s the beginning of June, and I’m being driven out of my mind. It’s a rather unfortunate state considering the worst is still to come.
My biggest annoyance at the moment is the difficulty sleeping. When it is this hot, I get restless. Although the nights are cooler than the days, there is a plethora of mosquitoes, and my window are unscreened. Every night I am forced to ask a lady and a tiger type question. Do I leave the windows open and wake up with vicious and itchy welts, or do I leave them closed and sweat? Sometimes, I leave them open and wear pants and a long sleeved shirt, but this defeats the purpose of the open windows. Condundrums…
I am thankful, though, that the Turkmen have a developed a sensible approach to the climate. Pretty much the entire village sleeps from about 12 until 3. Even at my clinic, everyone sort of stretches out on the patient beds and turns off the lights. Architecture is also geared for this. The high ceilings that drove me bonkers all winter are amazingly innovative now. Rooms are always cooler than the outside. Hopefully it will stay that way.
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