I stepped out to get the mail, and found myself immersed in the clinging, damp, hot blanket that passes for atmosphere in the summer in this part of the country.  I have a girlfriend from Washington DC who used to pine for the humidity and heat, which I gather she associated with Good Times on the East Coast. 

Was she out of her gourd? 

How do people function in places with climates like this? In Spain they wisely take siestas that last a great part of the afternoon, for crying out loud, and don't even pretend to function again til the cool of the evening is upon them.  If I weren't indoors in nice, moderate airconditioned space, I'd be so incredibly miserable (and non-writing) I'd no doubt be scurrying back to the Big City (and more temperate climes) that I left. 

At any rate:  am just agog that you can feel the air wrap around you like a wet blanket here in The Hinterlands.  In my mis-spent youth I was in Alabama for 2 months, and this is reminding me of that. This is just abby normal. 

Sheesh. 

~Wet and Wylde, the Humidified~

(Although to be fair, on the silver lining side, the countryside is *gorgeous* and not a thing ever has to be watered. Go figure.)