I love summer. I love to be outdoors in the garden. I love the sunshine, the warm breezes. The hummingbirds. I love seeing the windsocks dance in the wind.
But I don't like humidity. At. All.
Humidity ruins an other lovely summer day. Even when it's only 72 degrees out, if the humidity is high, the day is ruined. (Hey, I once visited San Antonio, Texas and it was 98 degrees out with 98% humidity. I'm surprised the suicide rate there isn't off the charts.)
This morning it's a lovely summer day. There's a little tinge of pink along the clouds on the horizon. The blue sky is nearly the color of my agent's eyes. (She has the most gorgeous blue eyes like I've never seen before.) And what's ruining it? 80% humidity. Okay, I do happen to be "on the water" this morning, and you expect the humidity to be higher than in "the city." But does it have to ruin my lovely writing retreat?
Back home, there's central air conditioning. That's another thing I hate about humidity. It drives me into the house and into what feels like canned air. The temp might only be 72, but it feels like -22 and I end up wearing sweaters and sweatpants to keep the chill off. (Don't tell me to turn up the temp -- I share the house with someone who likes it that way. And I'm not the only one with this complaint. I mentioned it on Facebook last week and a lot of ladies are living with the same situation.)
So, go away humidity. Now. Not tomorrow. NOW!
And what's bugging YOU today?