Hotter than...

It is hotter than Satan's stovetop...well, actually it's not even the heat, not yet at least; it's the humidity. I woke up last night at quarter to four and couldn't fall back asleep, so I went for my 0615 lap around the block and, despite it only being 75°F out, the 85% humidity made it feel like I was underwater.

And the A/C here in Roseholme Cottage is on the fritz.  I've been consuming fluids all morning but I'm still so hot that I'm sitting here actively weighing donning a summer dress versus taking a cold shower. Neither are things I will do without great provocation, mind you, so you know the situation is dire.

Or I could go to the library.
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