So very humid.
This sort of humidity feels like I should be in a large mansion surrounded by trees overhung with mosses, speaking with a southern accent ("Good golly miss Molly, it's mighty hot out here this a'ternoon!") and sipping iced tea out on the verandah.
Instead, I'm inside in my little house listening to droplets of water fall from the treeferns outside, listening to the fan swirl away and just finished off the last ice-cream.
Lord ha' mercy!
I do declare I've watched Fletch Lives too many times indeed!
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