The Angry Bear

The dog days of . . . June?

The three of us tend to melt when the thermometer gets above 80 degrees. This is especially true when the air is thick and heavy as it's been of late. I've never been great in the heat, but it's been worse since my lengthy hospitalization five years ago. The dizzy spells come more often on such days. My brain swims through a dense fog, I sometimes need to steady myself by leaning on a chair or against the wall, and my eyes are not always centered. Our heatwave is a reminder that I went through life-altering maladies and will never be the same.

In many ways, I'm healthier, and the chances of a longer and healthier life are greater, but over the past five days, I've spent too much time in bed. The harsh weather has brought the aftereffects of my pupu platter of death to the surface.

Curiously, dear Emily has not been herself either. She developed an intestinal bug and, and for the first time, defecated inside in the middle of the night. When I saw it on the k…