Sometime last week, or maybe the week before, an editor who semi-ghosted me several months ago on an article I wrote texted me saying she wanted to talk. I didn’t want to talk to her because my mild annoyance had faded to almost nothing and the idea of hearing an apology felt wearying. What I cared about was that it had been well over 90 degrees on and off for much of the month of June in Nevada City, CA. I don’t know what the average June temperature in Nevada City is. It’s not 93 degrees. It’s not unheard of for it to get this hot in June, but it is not this hot every single day. I realize I could cite some data to support this but I’m not going to look anything up because I don’t want to know the truth. I’m comfortable with “It’s bad.” Also, there’s a huge drought, also, fire season arrived early.
So I was just driving around thinking “Ugh it’s hot. Ugh there’s a new fire start near me at least every other day. Ugh how is this my life, also this is just the beginning, I feel like I should be waking up from this nightmare at some point and yet I am not” when the editor finally reached me.