Help!

I'm stuck.  Stagnating.  Stultified.  Stupefied. Sizzling. Sweating. There's nothing on the horizon.  No new windmill to tilt at, no new dragon to slay, nothing to battle except the elements.
Summer is the dead season in Arizona.  The only things thriving are the ants and they have started Occupy Backyard and are winning the fight.  What little produce is at the farmers markets is withered and gasping for water.  Even the cacti seem thirsty, and that's just wrong.  It's not only hot and dry (much like the inside of a kiln) but it's windy too.
 I've been very surprised at how depressed this has made me.  For my entire life summer has been the start of the year.  Cascades of fruit and veggies in the market, nights with the windows open and the sweet smell of the orchards drifting in on the breeze.  Evenings spent watching the kids run around at the park.  In my mind I'm still in that mode, I'm not in hunker-down-and-never-leave-the-house mode.  I don't want to race from car to door, worried that Orion is going to spontaneously combust if I stop to talk to a neighbor.  I swear he's come close a few times.   I am very much at odds with my surroundings and as such find myself paralyzed.  It's too hot to even cook the comfort food that I normally would in the winter, when people are SUPPOSED to be stuck inside.  The thought of pot roast is actually a little sickening.  (Yes, that was Mike you just heard whimpering.)  I am back to cooking all our food and that comforts me somewhat, but it's not enough.  I need the joy that summer normally brings me and I need it before December when apparently it cools off enough to stop frying my morning eggs on the sidewalk.  The sidewalk in the shade.
So dear friends, help me.  Inspire me, set me on a new track, kick me out of this rabbit hole funk that I've fallen into.