The air conditioning in our apartment broke down about 3 a.m. I spent over four hours in my studio at the Art League this morning, and when I got home it still didn’t work. Aaaahhh.
I am, like the orchid in the photo, happiest when it’s warm and humid (great juxtaposition, right?). About 80 degrees. Anything under 74 is freezing to me, and the 68 or 70 that Mom likes to keep it in here is almost intolerable. Usually I have to wear socks, long pants, a hat, a coat.
A doctor in Kansas City once told me I had Raynaud’s disease. Sounded pretty awful. I said, “What’s that?”
He said, “It means you have poor circulation.”
I know I have poor circulation; I don’t need a doctor to tell me. So I said, “What causes Raynaud’s disease?”
“It’s caused by poor circulation,” he told me.