Heat Wave

It's a good thing I really love living in Maine, because I'm not sure I could live anyplace else. It's been hot the last couple of days, and humid. Right now, at 6:30 PM it's about 86 degrees. Which I know isn't HOT by standards anyplace else, but let me tell you it makes me sticky and languid and cranky and lazy and listless and unhappy. I need to go for a run but am waiting until dark when the temperature will fall, I hope. I should perhaps take myself out for a swim instead. Maybe I'll run over the bridge and out the causeway to the island and along the woodsy path by the water when I do run. That would probably be the nicest route. Anyway, it's too hot to bear comfortably, and when I think that I think, glory be, there are people who live in states where it is hot and sticky all the time, even hotter than 86 degrees, and probably even stickier than this. And their summers are spent either perspiring and grumpy or sitting indoors in air conditioned places, avoiding the out-of-doors. I can't imagine spending a whole summer like that.