Thirty-three degrees of productivity

As expected, the heat is sweltering, probably except for the last few days when the weather has cooperated with us. An advantage of global warming, perhaps? This weekend the winds have been blowing strongly, to the point of the curtains really getting blown away. The past three days, the sky has been gloomy above us...

...but why is it that the northern city folks have to be sooo lucky?

I accompanied by father two days ago; he was accompanying my grandfather to a clinic in Quezon City. He was having a cataract extraction, and in the end, my main role - in jest, at least - was to put on my grandfather's socks and shoes after he came out of the operation with a bandage on his right eye. Interestingly enough, I found myself crossing Araneta Avenue four times under the very hot sun, but on the way home, it was raining.

You know what they say. If it's dark in your spot in the world, but extremely hot, then it must be raining somewhere else. It's been that way for the past two weeks, although it's only lately when our skies for gloomy. The next day, you'd probably open the newspaper and see kids in some other spot in Metro Manila having fun. Yes, a downpour.

This weather isn't any conducive. It's a simple theory; the heat makes people slack off and rest instead, which explains why some of the most productive people in the world live in colder climates. I've been putting off so many things in the past days, and when I get to do them, I realize that it isn't really any significant compared to everything else I procrastinate on - mopping the floor, writing article outlines, working on my future.

But sleeping isn't the best thing. Of course, you sleep with thoughts of the things you're putting off for (a million) tomorrows, but then again, how will you rest in discomfort? My bedroom is literally in the middle of the house: the wall is the firewall, and the window's of no use, since it only gives me a peek out to one of the many house extensions we've had. To make things worse, I sleep on the top bed of a double-decker, which means I've always had a love affair with the ceiling. She's hot, I tell you.

So maybe, before I sleep, I end up sweating lot, or even putting off sleeping, instead waiting for the exhaust fan to work wonders and bring in cold air to our room. Last night, for one, I slept at two in the morning after writing almost four thousand words in a blog entry that nobody but those who care will read. Yes, it isn't really crucial, but in the end, I finished it anyway, and the northern city folks still have their rain while we only have gloomy skies. No wonder Quezon City is number six, I think, in something across Asian cities. It's a forgotten statistic, but it still is one.

And then they'll remind you gently. "Let's save the La Mesa Watershed," the voiceover goes, and I remember that I'm surrounded by concrete, more concrete, and a dead creek.

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