I Gave Up and I Gave In
Today the level of humidity was just a notch below the outside temperature. That was enough to keep me inside. It’s an itchy, twitchy, bitchy feeling when there is no choice in staying comfortable, not only for your skin temperature, but to have your breathing feel as if there is heavy weight on your chest.
I was not alone. Dennis was prone to roaming from spot to spot in the house and then literally sucking it up and heading for the garage porch for a change of scenery. He was maneuvering fans in the garage as the carpeting is slowly drying out from the heavy rain of Thursday morning. Not a good thing when his man cave has been disrupted.
I know that complaining about the weather comes with the territory when you live in Minnesota. In cold weather I can always suit up accordingly, but in this humid tropical condition the choices are slim to none. It’s all subject to change . . . thank goodness.