Day 163
I have only three letters to describe that first moment when I walked outside the airport in Chicago late this afternoon …
O.M.G.
I left Denver this morning, hair fluffed, and though it was 96 or something … I was comfortable. Not an activated sweat gland in sight!
In the airport I was cool as a cucumber. On the plane I was serene and comfortable. In O’Hare I was ignorant of what awaited me outside those automatic doors … until I walked through them.
And … Oh.My.God.
The Slobberpuss of Sweat returned with a vengeance. I stepped through those automatic doors to the outside and felt as if someone had doused me with water. It was mere moments before the rivulets of sweat started down my back and neck and front.
LOVELY.
Welcome home!
How quickly one forgets how obscene this climate is here. Somehow, after a measly 4 days in Denver, I forgot how disgusting the humidity is/can be.
I know I have short-term memory problems … but come on!
The dogs are lying around, once again, like those limp Dali watches … and wondering, I’m sure, why I have moved them to HELL.
I kept assuring them after my arrival (and hero’s welcome), as I turned on the air conditioners and fans, that this would pass … that I was not torturing them willingly … that they did nothing wrong to deserve this oppressive heat and discomfort. I quickly hosed them all down, as well … bringing relief – if just temporary.
I myself jumped in the shower.
Whomever told me that humidity would be good for me was a complete idiot. And, as much as I hate to admit it, I do think that idiot was ME!
“Oh, chill out self … the humidity will be great for your skin, hair, sinuses, eyeballs, etcetera.” Yeah, I’m an idiot.
Who wants plump, moist skin if they are dissolved into a puddle of goo, have a heat rash, and are a slobberpuss of sweat?!
In any case … I am back … and once again, as always/usual (it seems of late), am complaining about the weather here. And, just fyi, I will continue to do so. I am just shocked that people who live here and have lived here don’t seem to think it is all that bad … do they have nothing to compare it with? I don’t know.
All I know is that the Slobberpuss of Sweat has returned … and I think I’ll be this way for a long, long time.
I can’t wait for Autumn!