Last night I made a delicious dinner: peeled yams, boiled 45 minutes; wheat French bread; slow-fried salmon in olive oil. It was just excellent.
Then last night at 2:22 a.m. I woke up, with my head groggy and stomach unhappy. All you who have never lived in Tucson or Phoenix cannot imagine the difficulty of sleeping well when your AC can't get the air in your house below 80 degrees. Since getting back from our Midwest trip, Jess and I have been sleeping fitfully, if not waking up in the middle of the night, then waking up at 5:30am, then 6:30, then 7:30, and finally waking up exhausted around 9. This heat is diabolical! It's supposed to reach...111 degrees today! And I don't even know about Phoenix, where the lower elevation causes temps to be about 5-7 degrees hotter than in Tucson.
I do get a bit of ironic glee from riding my bike when it's 100+ outside, but when it comes to sleep, I want it to be below 70.
It's not solely because of the summer heat that Jess and I are mulling a move after my MA exam process. We miss family; my reasons for wanting to leave this lit. department have already been laid out; Jess may return to graduate school. We're thinking of applying to a number of different places, but I'm assuming that the higher the prestige of the university, the less likely it is for both of us to get in at the same institution. We just want to be in the Upper Midwest. Possible cities: Twin Cities, Milwaukee, Chicago, Champaign IL, Madison, Iowa City, then the safety nets of Lincoln NE and Ames IA. Lincoln, nice as it is, recalls disastrous neverending trips to the Wal-Mart Supercenter with Jess when she was a grad student there, so I actually have very negative feelings about the town and its Council Bluffs-type atmosphere.
Cheers to the future and to the present.