A Perimenopausal Daydream for the Chronically Overstimulated

Let’s just say this up front. I hate summer. I do not want to frolic in the sun. I do not want to grill anything. I do not want to go outside and pretend the heat is refreshing. My ideal summer day does not involve sweating through my bra or pretending I enjoy small talk on a patio.
This is not a Pinterest post. This is not aspirational. This is my honest, unhinged, low energy, iced coffee fueled version of summer joy. No one asked. I am telling you anyway.
More on page 2…
