Okay, I'm going to whine. It's really, really hot here! Our high temperatures have reached upper 90's, over ten degrees hotter than average for this time of year. It's warm and steamy when we wake up, and hot and steamy when we go to bed. I feel like I'll be sunburned just walking between my building and the parking garage at work. Two skylights, a beautiful feature in our great room, have become the dreaded source of extra heat and blinding light in the afternoon hours. I'm here to tell you: I hate this weather.
It's an argument in the "nature versus nurture" debate, I think. I was born in south Georgia where it's even hotter than here on average (appreciably so). I grew up with a big yard and lots of opportunity to go outside, where I did spend a good deal of time. So you see, it's not as though I grew up in the Tundra...or even spent my entire childhood in a 72 degree air-conditioned house. How did I come to despise the heat so deeply? It could be a consequence of my coloring: extremely fair skin, light eyes. The bright sunlight that accompanies hot days is fraught with peril and physical discomfort for me. But it's not just the UV index that causes me grief. Get me near one of those steam rooms or saunas at gyms, and I'd fight you tooth and nail to avoid them. Icy cold water rushing out of the springs in northern Florida, though -- I could spend all day in there (and have)!
Alright, I feel better now to have vented. No pun intended.