Really, folks, my ancestry is a bunch of northern Europeans -- pale as milk. My 'people' freckle at the word "sun" used in a sentence, burn to a color known as "fire-engine red" and cannot tolerate heat much above 75 degrees (F).
So here I am in Southwest Florida.
Yeah.
It is "unseasonably warm" right now, which translates into low 90s instead of upper 80s (yes, dear readers, a swing of approximately FIVE WHOLE DEGREES). The humidity is high -- much like being covered in a sopping wet quilt. I sweat before I get OUT of bed, even with the air conditioning on.
Yes, the AC is on. Much to my shame. I gave in yesterday. It was too damn hot to breathe in my house without it.
For six months out of the year, Florida is a delightful place to live. Warm temperatures, low humidity, few insects, copious amounts of sunshine.
The other six months?
The reason why people leave this God-forsaken state. 90+ every day. Humidity not lower than 90%. Insects the size of small dogs. Blinding sun followed by thunderstorms, followed by blinding sun again.
I am in the other six months now. I wear 70 SPF every day. Yes, EVERY DAY. On the plus side of that 70 SPF every day? My dermatologist -- yes, I have a dermatologist -- said the other day: "you aren't a native Floridian, are you?" Translation: I don't look like shoe leather/alligator hide.
In two weeks I should know something. Two Weeks.
No comments:
Post a Comment