Brian chuckled as he provided the forecast this morning for today's weather... we will have the 3H's - hot, hazy, and humid. Look for a high around 95 with a heat index of 100.
He is amused.
I am not.
He goes on to inform me, with a smile in his voice, that the national Weather Service has issued a heat advisory for this afternoon between the hours of 2 and 8. He is quite the jolly weather man. I want to know when the Canadians are sending us the next cold front. (During the summer, I love Canada)
In the south (which we try to be on days such as this) they call a day like today "sultry" which sounds much more romantic than hazy, hot, and humid.
Sultry puts me in a place where there is a cool breeze blowing off a body of water (the Mississippi or the Gulf, it doesn't matter) and I am sitting quietly with a book on a veranda under a fan sipping unsweetened iced tea (I am not a southerner, I just can't do the sweet tea thing) and reading a book or taking a nap.
Hazy, hot and Humid puts me in a mood. I know that my thick hair will not dry. My clothes will be soaking wet by the time I get home. Tempers, mine and everyone else's, will be on edge as it is just to hot to breathe, thus, smiling and behaving nicely is just out of the question.
Brian goes on to inform me that this is a precursor to August - as if I need to be reminded. He sounds so happy as he delivers this bad news. He does, however, have a piece of good news. The air quality today is "yellow" so breathing pollution is not a concern. What a relief! I will only be breathing water with my air today rather than the pollution spewing across the border from West Virginia.
So yes, I am hot. Yes, I am bothered. I want to enjoy a sultry day along the river instead of being stuck here next to the swamps
I want to go home, put my hair up, take off everything but my shirt and panties and just lounge under a ceiling fan enjoying the silence and the absence of everyone and their hazy, hot, and humid moods.