Swamp Thing, Part II

It still hasn't been quite hot enough at night to try out the swamp cooler, but at 85 degrees, this weekend is getting close.

I stayed home last night (Friday), did three loads of laundry, talked more with my roommate about our current state of directionlessness, and read a Jungian psychology book called "Swamplands of the Soul: New Life in Dismal Places" by James Hollis.

I particularly liked this passage on page 72:

Thus we are forced into a difficult choice-- anxiety or depression. If we move forward, as our soul insists, we may be flooded by anxiety. If we do not move forward, we will suffer the depression, the pressing down of the soul's purpose. In such a difficult choice one must choose anxiety, for anxiety at least is a path of potential growth; depression is a stagnation and defeat of life.

Swamp Thing

I ordered something called a "swamp cooler" last week in anticipation of the heat this summer. Stand-alone AC units can run $600-$1000, so swamp coolers, which can run as low as $100, seemed like a good alternative.

My room might get a little muggy though. My roommate straightens her hair and seems concerned about the humidity seeping out from under my door.