I was done before it started.
I'm not even really suffering, but my world has become soooo small, limited to 3 streets and a park, and to 4 hours, between 6 and 8am and 9 and 11pm.
Almost no social contact, no one in my whatsapp group suggests drinks or bbq or picnic like any normal summer. My cognitive abilities are the ones of a pre-schooler, even watching the latest shitty Harlan Coben series requires brain-cells I simply don't have access to at the moment.
And I consider myself lucky, I still sleep relatively well, I still have some semblance of social interactions with other dog owners, and I WFH this week, so at least I don't have to endure public transport, (because even for 8h of blissful AC in the office, I am not staying 10mins in the Northern Line thank you very much).
I want to go out, take my time in the morning without rushing to take the poor dog to the park before it's too hot, I want to meet friends, I want to ENJOY food, I want to bake a cake way too big for me alone and go round the neighbourhood to give some to my friends and neighbours, fuck it I even want to go to the dentist next week.
I am DEFINITELY buying a portable AC unit this autumn, if I have to be cooped up at home, it has to be a sanctuary.