Summery executions.

The weather has been particularly toasty the last few days.  Or weeks.  Don't rightly recall.  June is always a blur.  It gets under my skin.  There are no public holidays in June, so it seems like it goes on forever.  I'm not even that busy compared to some of my colleagues.
Some folk in Japan have a habit of sending midsummer greeting cards (暑中お見舞い申し上げます).  The purpose is to inquire after the health of one's friends and family in the heat.  Or, as I might phrase it: "Christ on a bike, it's hot!! is your ass even still alive!?"  That doesn't look as nice on a card, though.  Nor does it translate well.

I generally don't allow myself to complain about the temperature.  It's not something I can control (except to a limited extent indoors).  Mind you, I complain about plenty of other things I can't control: hiccups, for example.  Hiccups drive me utterly mad.  Utterly.
So speaking of the weather and going mad, I think the heat really is doing my head in.  Despite the fact that I try not to complain about it, it still has an effect upon my state of mind.  Patience is a rarified commodity.  I find myself saying stupid, irritable shit to people whilst going about my business.  Spending time getting lost in regret and angst.  That's not something I expected to be feeling at 38.  Angst, that is.  Regret is an unavoidable by-product of continued existence.  I'm sure the regret will continue to accumulate.  It beats the alternative, I suppose.  But angst?  Absurd.  Don't I have everything I need?  What more do I want?

Bah.  In any event, looking forward to upcoming vacation.  I love where I live.  But I love where I'm from, too.  Don't get to see that nearly as often.  Plus the temperature is generally more... agreeable.
「熱核の…くそ奴…」("You thermonuclear... bastard...")