Posted by floatingbridge on August 30, 2010, at 9:45:39
In reply to Re: FTW, posted by Maxime on August 30, 2010, at 9:25:54
Humidity wilts me, too. My husband, who has never known depression though it runs deep in his family, loves, absolutely loves hot, humid weather. Thrives.
Good luck with those city blocks. I used to drink ice water when I lived East.
Btw, figures your a poet. :) (Life can
really kick poets in the pants, it seems. One often quoted study--which means I don't have a source--rated poets as very unstable emotionally, second, but hovering near musicians. Architects are most stable.)
Being a poet is not an elite status. It seems to be more a way of perceiving
life. There are probably quite a few on babble.Thanks Maxie, for the poem.
(Air hug. Too hot.)
MDD currently controlled. C-ptsd and comorbid health concerns. Chronic fatigue.
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