The sun's not really up, between the haze and clouds in the eastern sky ant the tall trees in the neighborhood, but the air temp's already 78°F with a 70 degree dew point. It's cloyingly sticky, so that your eyeballs practically fog as you step outside.
We're supposedly heading for a high in the mid-nineties today and a dew point well into that "oppressive" range. Hopefully the air will wind up with more water in it than it can hold at some point during the day and dump some of it on the ground. We've had so little rain that I passed on my usual half-assed Independence Day fireworks last night because I didn't want to have to keep a fire extinguisher handy for the lawn.
Farmer Frank would not have been happy with the summer weather so far this year.
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