I Heart Humidity

I have to admit that although I really wish we had air conditioning in our house, as the night time gets a tad sweaty (and generally not in the good way, due to teething infant), I really love a hot and humid day.  Perhaps it’s the nostalgia of my summers at home in South Carolina, days filled with nothing to do but swim and watch the Game Show Network.  Maybe it’s reminiscent of walking around theme parks, such as the Disney World parks in Florida, which are always a happy time.

I don’t know what it is, but there’s just something about sitting outside in the wet air that makes a smile come across my face.  I love it.

At the same time, however, I’m finding that as I age (or perhaps spend more time in Wisconsin) my tolerance for this weather weakens.  Whilst I sit outside and smile in the heat, my armpits quickly moisten.  It’s disturbing.

It makes me feel old.

I remember, not all that long ago, stepping off the plane and entering one of our nation’s southeastern states and immediately finding myself drenched below the arms.  I’m speaking literally within seconds of getting onto non-air-conditioned tarmack.  This was when I realized I must be old, or too conditioned to the weather of the north.

This is all to say that I have absolutely nothing of worth to talk about in this space today, and that I need to change my shirt, as I just came inside from taking out the garbage.


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