Oh, this suffocating humidity. It makes sleeping impossible, ironing senseless, and most other waking activities - save for drinking and swimming - brutally brutally uncomfortably awful. Brutally. Awful.
As my sleep requirements are considerably more demanding than most, such weather seems to really affect me - driving my moods to the dark and the darker. In short - I become short, unbearable. Witness: Saturday morning, I screamed at my incessantly mewing cat at a volume that surprised even me, and I suspect my entire neighbourhood now thinks I'm some kind of abusive husband. Our home is not a pleasant one when I am sweaty and without sleep.
And so I welcome the rain, and the thunder, and the lightning, for at least this offers some reprieve from the hot soupy air - providing relatively cooler and wetter soupy air; clammy vice stuffy and suffocating. I can sleep with the clammy.
I promise to stop now.
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