how do you feel?

It's hot. Too hot. And humid. Too humid. I live in an old house with little AC. Window units and strategically place fans hum all day and night. And I'm never cool enough. I take cool showers. I don't like cool showers.

I went to the farmer's market Saturday morning. It was hot. And humid. At eight o'clock in the morning. The market is booming. This is the most plentiful time of the year. I bought all kinds of delicious fruits and vegetables. My refrigerators are bulging!

I had breakfast with a friend after the market on Saturday morning. She said positive things about how I look because of the weight loss of the low carb change of life. She asked how I feel. She said she thought when a person eats low carbs they are tired. Carbs are energy. Well, that's true. But I get natural carbs from fruits and vegetables. I do low carb...not no carb.

How do I feel. Physically I feel terrific. I'm lighter so my knees don't ache. I eat easily digested food so I never feel full or bloated. I don't have indigestion ever. Friday night we had corn on the cob, a medley of summer squash, salad, green beans, filet mignon, and yellow watermelon for dessert. Delicious. Light (yes, light!). No problem. I don't get sluggish. I do get tired...but then I do get up at before 6 am. And it's hot. I don't sleep well when it's hot.

I've lost my favorite nightgown. It's pale yellow with tiny imperceptible purple polka dots. It has a v-neck and cap sleeves. It goes down past my knees to the middle of my shin and it's made of 100% cotton. It's my favorite. It's perfect on hot summer nights. It's been washed so often that it's soft and cool. It's long enough that I can sleep without a sheet on me and still be covered. I don't know where it is. It's lost. I've been to the bottom of the laundry pile and it's not there. I've cleaned out my nightgown drawer and it's not there. And here's the question. How could I have lost an entire nightgown? And my favorite one at that. How do I feel...disturbed, upset, frustrated, and awfully silly to worry so about a nightgown. About an old nightgown at that. Some people will tell you that carbs make you happy. That may be so. I never did meet a piece of crusty bread or a slice of pizza that couldn't make me smile. But right now the only things that will make me smile are a thunderstorm to break this weather and my old yellow nightgown.