Ah, yes, it’s that time of year again. Clouds and humidity rolled in yesterday afternoon. Blech! I don’t mind the heat, but humidity, I can’t stand. The next month is going to be rough. It’s my least favorite time of the year, next to the month of cold and rain we see in the winter. Two bad months out of twelve, I really can’t complain. Well, I can. And I do. But I shouldn’t. I know it can be far worse. What can I say? I’m spoiled. I like my days of warmth and sunshine, and four-to-five months of near perfect temperatures.
The monsoons bring in lower temps, but you sweat like crazy and it’s hot as balls… thanks to the humidity. It turns the dry heat into a moist heat. Nasty. Nasty. Nasty. The only brightside to monsoons is that it’s the one time a year where we see true storms, with lightning and thunder. I hate rain, but I love a good storm. So, if wet stuff falls from the sky it better be accompanied by a good light and sound show. The forecast is calling for storms Saturday and Sunday. Of course, that means it’ll probably be sunny and hot. If it does rain, chances are we’ll take the Jimmy out muddin’ this weekend, too. That’ll be a blast. And we won’t have Delores up our ass this time, either. Although, it’d be tempting to ride by the condo to check things out, and leave a few chunks of mud for Delores to remember us by.
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