Can I just state for the record that I hate this &%*)!#@ place? Well, to be honest, it's not the place I hate as much as the weather. I love Texas- for nine months out of the year. You can have June, July, and August, though- and it's not the heat I have an issue with. It's the humidity.
This time of year, thunder showers are a frequent occurrence, which makes for days like yesterday. When the heavens weren't opening up with their "40 days and 40 nights" deluge, the humidity was 110%. Walking out of an air-conditioned building felt almost literally like walking into a wall. Even the normally simple act of breathing becomes more taxing.
Imagine humidity so heavy and so pervasive that being outside means feeling as you are surrounded by and enveloped in moist, saturated air. It's as if you're in a sauna wearing Saran Wrap. Taking a shower is a pointless exercise, because the simple act of drawing breath in this oppressive humidity will cause you to perspire. In short, it's the kind of day you'd find described in loving detail in a Faulkner novel.
Of course, for those of you who live north of the Mason-Dixon Line, this is your revenge. Laugh at me now, because you know I'll be laughing at you in January.
Cheers....