It is so fucking hot. And y'all know I would never use the word "fucking" in such a vulgar way without good reason. Man oh man. It's just been so fucking hot. I don't mean a nice dry heat like Phoenix is basking in of late. I mean serious heat, oppressive heat, sweltering weather so hot it doesn't make a difference if the sun is down or if the sky is cloud-covered, which is how it has mostly been the past week or so.
I've lived in the DC area for nigh on 38 years. I know what to expect from summer weather. The outdoors transforms into a sauna, supersized. It's not the heat, dontcha know, it's the humidity. Thunderstorms typically come through and bring fresh air. But not this year. The thunderstorms this year just add more moisture to the air and bring no sweet clean relief at all.
Day or night, step outside an air conditioned space and poof! Your entire body immediately glistens and oozes moisture from every pore. It's like you're melting from the outside in. Clothing, no matter how light, clings and chafes. The thick heavy air must be pushed out of the way during the strenuous trek from one air conditioned space to the next. It saps your strength and threatens to ruin the best of moods. Stand still and it presses down as if trying to force you to your knees. It's hard to breathe. The stagnant air is undisturbed by even a hint of a breeze. Don't even get me started on what it does to my curly hair. This year even Cosine is bitching about how unmanageable her hair is.
Motivation is nil. I want to do nothing but lay naked in bed with the air conditioning cranked to the max and lick a popsicle.
Meanwhile, Mel enjoys her cool evening breeze. If she keeps talking about it, she may find us on her doorstep. She has a history of adopting people after all. What's two more with her houseful?