Well, I Failed My Meteorologist Exam and I Thought Yesterday Was Suppose to Break the Humidity, but I Was 100% Wrong

So, I was drenched yesterday. It wasn't rain, a pool, or a shower...just the thick pea soup still hovering in the air because storms haven't broken the quality of air. The humidity is simply a hot mess and I looked messy after Karal and I went for a hike. I had to cut it short because her poor tongue was panting in misery. Yuck. I like clean, crisp air and not liquid oxygen. I missed the fact that the gloom and doom was still amongst us.

Yet, I accomplished a lot indoors and didn't realize my miscalculation until I took the afternoon stroll. 

I'm thankful to Oona, however, for making chicken riggies (mild for my stomach) and I was delighted to bring dessert, which was an ice cream medley like I'd make my mom (that was in honor of National Grandparent's Day). 

Now, today we're supposed to get rain. I welcome it, but more importantly I wish for cooler air that doesn't soak the collars and pits the second you step outside. This is July and August weather, not September, and I'm sure the schools hope for a cool down, too, so they can get a whole day of instruction. They had to go half day all last week.

Normally, I'd be excited by the warm temperatures but I transitioned to football season with my mind on chili and spaghetti in the near future. 

Now, I just want Italian ice and raft to float it. I'll regret this post in February when we're freezing, but for this morning I only want to complain. It's sticky-gross and I hate it.