I’d have to say April 25th. Because it’s not too hot and not too cold. All you need is a light jacket!
Ok, so that’s someone else’s answer…
Today is a perfect day for me. My Iphone tells me that the temperature is 75*F, there’s a bit of a breeze, and the humidity is just under 50%.
It’s even just a pinch cloudy, but not chance-of-rain cloudy, just the-universe-wants-you-to-be-comfortable-outside-today-Nic! cloudy.
The weather is a highly unpredictable thing, we all know. More or less everyone and their Great- Aunt Esther is influenced in one way or another by what the sky is doing outside. Ever feel sleepy on a dark day or after too much sun? Are your knees better at predicting a chance of precipitation than the local weather man?
The weather and my personal equilibrium are tight. They are like this:
So happy right? Well, yes, on a day like today. I feel about as happy as a clam, if indeed clams are happy (who came up with that saying anyway?).
When the weather is NOT beautiful, wonderful, blissful, semi-cloudy, low-humidity, 75*F, then the relationship between the weather and my personal equilibrium feel like this (guess which one is me):
(Seriously, I find these things just by Googling “fingers crossed”. People have WAY TOO MUCH TIME ON THEIR HANDS-pun intended)
There’s a scientific reason for this. It has to do with barometric pressure, and a fancy thing called Boyle’s Law, which just so happens to be the only thing I internalized from taking Physics for 5 minutes (ok, it was more like 300 minutes, because I had to drop the 75 minute class after going all of 4 times #medicalreasons). Basically, pressure and volume are inversely related. When pressure goes up, volume goes down; when pressure goes down, volume goes up. This is the simple, you’re-reading-my-blog-on-a-Friday explanation**.
So on my perfect day, the pressure outside is down. This means the volume of my lungs (and blood vessels, and really anything else in there that is vessel-like) is up, so I get to fill them up with oxygen. Yay for some O2! Oxygen fills my happy red blood cells (at least the few of them I have…anemia’s no fun y’all) who then travel all around my insides and bring that helpful oxygen to important things like my brain. And my toes. You just don’t realize the importance of toes until they start to turn blue-ish and you can’t feel them.
A bad day? That means the pressure outside is up, up, up, like right before a thunderstorm. Then you better bet that my volumes- lungs, blood vessels, etc.- are all down, making it harder for that oxygenated goodness to get to all my extremities. (Goodbye toes and the ability to make complete sentences!)
Everyone feels this to an extent, yes, but for me and other Chronics, it can make or break the day. If your Chronic bestie cancels on your lunch plans last minute, take a peek outside or check the barometric pressure. Chances are it’s just that he or she is being intensely affected by forces that are really, really, really out of our control, and not that you choose weird lunch places or have body odor. (Though if it’s low pressure and perfectly moderate temperature out there, you may want to consider these things…)
Anyway, I’m keeping today’s post short because, as I’ve now made pretty clear, it is a nice day. I’m out to enjoy it. Happy Weekend, everyone!
**I just know some of you knowledgeable Chronics are itching to fill in my scientific blanks. If you’ve anything to add to the whole Barometric pressure-explanation/discussion, leave a comment!