It's hot. It's humid. There is no rain in sight, and I can't think or breathe or concentrate on anything.
It's 85f in the house and the humidity in here is about 45%. It is, of course, worse outside. I've had to take medications to help me breathe for the last couple days and they're playing havoc with my conentration. I haven't been getting a lot of writing done at all. I hate that when I had been doing so well for a while.
I went with Russ today when he drove about 60 miles to a job interview. That helped because the car AC works better than the house one. I didn't even mind sitting in the parking lot for an hour, the windows open and the car shut off, because there was a breeze.
But back here at the house... ack.
And poor Russ isn't feeling well.
I don't think any of us are particularly happy tonight, including the cats.