...okay, yeah, it is the heat. And the humidity, too. Never mind the other stuff.
When it’s hot, and there’s no wind to speak of, it feels as if steam is rising from the ocean. That’s the way it was here for most of the day. The “official” temperature here was supposedly in the mid-upper 80s, but it was 84 inside my office early this afternoon, and well over 90 outside. Some of you might be reaching for your sweaters if it was that chilly where you are, but it’s damn hot for the beach. It leaches the energy out of you.
Not the best weather to be in a bad mood. It was too hot to walk off my tensions, my frustration with the “other stuff” that is taking the joy out of life, my irritation with the world in general; didn’t feel like doing much of anything.
Everyone should be happy that my finger isn’t on The Button today. There would be mushroom clouds....
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