When I walk outside in the lovely 50% humidity and think about how nice a walk in the sun feels, sometimes I just blame home.

Georgia experiences it's worst summer weather around this time of year. By contrast where I grew up, I sometimes wonder if hell would have been a milder climate at any point on the calendar. It's been at least twenty years since my family left south Florida but the side effects related to near constant spirit crushing humidity and temperatures suitable for frying an egg on your forehead, probably last a lifetime.