how hot is it?

Every time I’m on calls with co-workers and friends they ask How hot is it? Are you staying cool?

And yeah, it’s hot. Like life-threateningly hot. Three-showers-a-day hot.

But what’s the alternative? (Realistically, other than snowbirding?)

I’d never have imagined myself living in the tropical South, and the heat and humidity are real, like the evil main character in a short story we’re all reading.

Walking outside is like swimming in a humid furnace, dog paddling along a sidewalk from one patch of shade to the next. Standing still becomes your own personal upright wading pool, with sweat trickling down your back, from your forehead into your eyes, from your butt crack down the backs of your thighs and into your socks and shoes.

I don’t mind a challenge but this is a tough one.