I'm not sure this is physically possible, but I suspect that I have had low-level walking heat stroke for the last three days. What is the weather like where you are? Here, it is hot. The kind of wet, humid, relentless hot that is like a personal insult: you are inside, maybe trying to figure out how little clothing you can wear to work today without getting fired, and you think it is hot. Then you step outside and learn that you knew nothing about hot. You become three inches shorter and five pounds heavier, smashed into submission by the hot hot hot. Your joints ache, you smell bad, your hair looks like crap, and by three in the afternoon, when the sun comes around to your side of the building, the air conditioning is just a waste of time. Even if you are normally pretty good at shirking your duties, you reach new records in this weather, because the horrible sticky breathless blah drives all thought of anything beyond popsicles, fan placement and breathable cotton weaves right out of your sluggish mind.
In Boston, it is supposed to be like this for two more days after today. If you do not hear from me, please send a rescue dog with ice and clean tank tops.
Posted by hilatron at July 20, 2005 10:01 AM | TrackBackI happen to live on the other side of the state of Massachusetts. I live and spend most of my time in a valley where the heat and humidity sits and collects over several days. Sometimes I feel like I am walking around in a summer soup. On the brighter side, however, whenever a cold front comes through, the thunder and lightning is spectacular and scary (in a good way).
Posted by: Russell at July 20, 2005 10:53 AMAnother valley-dweller here. Or bottom-feeder. Whatever.
My hair has not been dry for ten days. Something is happening on the sides of my neck just under my ears -- I think it's gill growth. You certainly can't breathe this schmaze that passes for air.
And I'm 75 miles north of Boston, where it's Supposed To Be Cool Dammit.
Posted by: Doombot at July 21, 2005 07:57 PM