It Is Hot and Humid, Yes

The kind of hot and humid where I never stop sweating and the dogs never stop panting.

The kind of hot and humid where the towels in the bathroom never quite dry.

The kind of hot and humid where the refrigerator drips condensation.

The kind of hot and humid where bread goes moldy in two days.

The kind of hot and humid where the bed sheets always feel a bit damp.

The kind of hot and humid that requires the window fan in the bedroom to be on high, creating a wind tunnel effect, and yet still not cooling the room much.

The kind of hot and humid where I start coveting my neighbors' goods--specifically, their window air conditioning unit.

The kind of hot and humid where the only sensible course of action is driving to an air conditioned movie theater and parking myself in a seat with a large, ice-filled Coke to watch "Julie and Julia."

You know where to find me today . . .