Nobody in their right mind comes to Sanibel (where I am currently perspiring excessively) at this time of year. Except, it would seem, my Sainted wife. Unbeknownst to me, some years ago she acquired a timeshare here along with her arguably equally crazy sister.
So here I am once again whining to you, dear readers, when I should be whining closer to home. Despite the fact that I am under an umbrella on a beach, waves crashing quietly in front of me, more or less at peace, it IS 90 humid degrees out. Worse, the weather app on my phone gleefully informs me that it feels like 98.
I don't care how pleasant the breeze, knowing it SHOULD feel like 98 humid degrees makes it, dammit, FEEL like 98 humid degrees.
And thus, no one in their right mind comes here this time of year.
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