(beginning of whine…)
We in the AZ desert are in the middle of the ‘so-called’ monsoon season. Historically, the temperature rises, along with the humidity, making virtually everyone more miserable. And moist. This is sometimes punctuated by
haboobs. (Native Arizonans say dust storms.)
I began my day with my short swim session. The pool was cooler this morning, as it didn’t get as hot yesterday, and had sprinkled a bit. It felt pretty good. (written a couple days ago)
However, I was tasked with running to the store for my roomie afterward (done best before blogging), and even though the store is 1/2 mile away, the Sun had appeared and it was both hot and muggy. Not Chattanooga in August** muggy, but uncomfortable. It was as if after my swimming and showering I’d not dried off. And having many health issues, including arthritis, I felt pretty crunchy.
Wet and crunchy is how I like my cereal, not my person.
I was reminded of Lonnie, veteran and good friend. When we worked together at TMCCC, he’d stop by my desk and inquire, “How ya doin?” This translated to ‘there’s a front moving in from the Pacific Northwest and I’m feeling it, are you?’. We are in Arizona. I always did. We called ourselves ‘the barometrics’.
I keep telling myself that more NSAIDS and swimming will eventually help. Today, however, not so much.
(end of whining, for now)
*ya know, like chocolate cake. I don’t know what you were thinking!
**90 degrees/90% humidity – been there, had the saturated t-shirt!