What’s happening to me?
Am I getting too old? ill with something? falling apart? why can’t I motivate myself? It’s so difficult to get things done.
It must be Summer again.
Have I always been like this or is it a new phenomenon? has anything changed in my life to lead to this? Maybe its ……
I remember back to earlier last year.
I’d only been back here a few weeks after a short trip to the UK. On getting back I hit a wall of hot thick air. It’s like transparent foam and possible to walk into but not quite through. You have to breath it in. There’s no choice.
People who visit here, worry about a whole set of things. Malaria, Dengue fever, being ripped off, attacks from dogs, the price of food, chain snatchers, you name it, we all worry…. but I reckon one of the most insidious things is lethargy air.
It’s getting worse but most guests miss it as they choose to be here in the winter.
So what is happening in Mysore?
I’ve lived here for over six years. Surely I’m used to it by now. Fact is…. Summer arrives earlier every year. Mysore is known for a wonderful climate throughout the year. But whereas summer used to arrive in April, the past two years saw it arrive in March and this year it was upon us in Feb! It’s a combination of a busier city (hip hip hooray for development), climate change and someone called Nino.
Now, this year, in March we’re in the mid to late 30’s
So be aware. It may come to your street soon.
Lethargy Air can hit at any time. But the mid afternoon is the high point. One feebly starts with a vague list of things to achieve and if today is anything to go by, within two hours it becomes a mental struggle to place one foot in front of another. I’m walking in treacle. Of course, I exaggerate but not by much.
There is a lasting impact from the day before and the overnight tussle with the air, dogs and sleep.
I think I just need a rest
Almost all good intentions fly swiftly out of the window. With a combination of lethargy air and ‘things never quite get delivered as promised’ syndrome well not a lot gets done. It’s no accident that one often feels that the term mañana is so much better suited to Mysore than Spain. Tomorrow just never arrives. Maybe
Maybe it’s just time for a beer!
and I can’t really believe I’m saying this but maybe it’s also time for a bit of English Air!