Aaaaack!
It — is — so — HUMID, I feel like I'm living inside someone's LUNGS. Everything is sticky and clammy and musty. Ew ew ew.
posted by Laura E. Goodin @ 2:50 PM (permalink)
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A motley coat
As You Like It, Act II Sc. 7
JAQUES
O worthy fool!
...in his brain,
Which is as dry as the remainder biscuit
After a voyage, he hath strange places cramm'd
With observation, the which he vents
In mangled forms. O that I were a fool!
I am ambitious for a motley coat.
12/22/2007
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5 Comments:
Well, I can tell you that playing cricket in this humidity was dreadful. The ball swung as if I had it on a string, though.
I am very happy that someone could derive benefit from that hideous, hideous weather. Life is so much better now that that second front has come through. Whew!
That's why I live on the west coast. We do have some humid days in summer but rarely more than a handful. I can cope with dry heat but humidity... shudder.
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I remember one of my first summers in The Swamp (Washington, DC), when my boss explained to me the term "dog days of summer" thusly:
It's hot. And you're stuck in a closet. With a big, wet Saint Bernard between you and the door, right in your face, panting at you.
That about summed up summer in DC for me. Miserable swamp. Feh!
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