the hottest july on record.    I know.  It’s august. woah woah woah.  It is wednesday afternoon.  hump day as they say, although for me, it sort of is and sort of isn’t.  It is sort of like the whole week build up to this wild wild wildness, friday.  the long long day.  high and lows and continuances.
I am on lunch break.  I sit here.  in a puddle of my fluids.  sweat from every one of my pores.  I look as though I have just stepped out of a sauna.  skin red.  shiny.  sweat beads on the tip on my nose and on my chin.  I have a sweat moustache and a sweat goatee.
Charlie and I ate a muskmelon as soon as we returned from work this morning.  93 degrees with a heat index up to 109 degrees.  It is the humidity this year.  We haven’t had a day hotter than the mid-90s but with the heat index it has frequently “felt like” 110.  woah woah woah woah. I say.  I survive it.  I thrive.  I love it.  I hate it.  I want to wipe my sweat out of my eyes with my shirt but my shirt is drenched in sweat and dirt.  ugh.  I try to wipe my chin on my shoulder sleeve, but my shoulder sleeve is drenched in sweat and dirt.  Maybe a cold shower will help before I return to work.  Maybe not.  and I itch.  plant oils irritate my skin, mosquitoes suck my blood, give me welts and rashes and I scratch, and sweat drips into them and they itch itch itch more more more.