A lady doesn't sweat, y'all. She glistens.

I sort of went off the grid the last few days. For a couple of reasons, really. One, it was our church's annual fast and I was trying to limit my internet time so that I could spend more time being all spiritual and stuff. (If you're into it, you can read a post I wrote awhile back about how and why we fast.)

But another reason is cause I've been a little fussy over the past week.

Cranky.

Crotchety.

Irked.

And not even cause of the fasting. This last week was hot. It was hot, I say. Scorchingly hot. Six days of record breaking heat. And as I (ahem) may have mentioned, um, several times last summer, we have no air conditioning in our house. So, when it's hot outside--it reached up to 42 degrees Celsius here at our house last week (that's 107degrees F) it's only a few degrees cooler in our house.

Luckily, the kids had started school, so they were in their air conditioned classrooms all week. We have a downstairs room that was a bit cooler and Grace could sleep there . And then, in the afternoons we spent a lot of time in our pool. By evening, it would cool down enough that we could sleep--mostly. With the windows open and fans roaring, I'd put wet washcloths on Ava and Nate. They were so tired from starting back at school that they were out pretty quickly. And I thought of all the places we could visit that had air conditioning.

Really, it was fine. We were okay. (Except I'm really just saying that so I don't sound like a big fat baby.)

Especially as we watched a Category 5 Cyclone bear down on Queensland, I thought, shut up Amy. And then I had to ask forgiveness for all the mean thoughts about the owners of our house. "What kind of people buy a big house and then don't put any aircon in? They're so cheap! They're selfish! Don't they care that we have young children??" What? Heat makes me petty. I also fussed at a friend who was staying with us for turning the oven on to heat up garlic bread.

Oh--and look! Here's a candle I had on a bookshelf. I walked by last night and noticed that it had begun to warp.

See how it's leaning? Look harder! It's not all in my head. But still, I was a little nuts. Jason spent most of the week trying to placate me--but from a distance as he wasn't allowed to touch me. Too hot!

Then yesterday afternoon, a cooler breeze started to blow. And miraculously--I don't use that word lightly--within an hour the temperature had dropped dramatically. I actually got chilled! You could almost feel the whole of Sydney sigh in relief. It's meant to be cloudy and cool all week.

Fasting helps you come to terms with your own humanity, your own limitations. And apparently, so does heat.