Photo: L. Weikel
Confession
For all my waxing rhapsodic about our whole house fan the other night, I have a confession: Karl and I caved last night.
When we realized we were both wide awake, restlessly trying to find a patch of cool sheets (or draping our legs out of the respective sides of the bed), we knew the oppressive humidity being pulled in by said fan had beaten us down.
It was amazing, really. Only a few days ago, I was basking in the delight of the fan. But wow – add some serious humidity to the mix and I realize just how grateful I am for that window air conditioner!
And I know we weren’t alone. The beasts were restless as well – but once we put the a/c on, life returned to being a haven of blissful Boston Terrier snores.
I must admit, the humidity last night (and continuing tonight) has been formidable. Indeed, I took a couple photos of the very low hanging clouds that were lurking as I left the office tonight because they were so obviously laden with moisture. And then on the way home, I pulled over a couple of times just to snap some stunning photos of fog banks hovering over the canal or within patches of woods beside the road. You could literally see the moisture just waiting to be wrung out of the air.
Alas, even though I sent those photos from my iPhone to my email about four hours ago, they still have not arrived. (Funny how that works. Or rather, doesn’t. The devices aren’t even a foot apart from each other, but something sent from one to the other is taking hours and hours to arrive. Go figure.) Indeed – I just tried to add some photos to this post from ones I already have here on my computer, and they won’t upload either. I guess that means no photos.
I’m going to call it a night. I’ve been wrestling with a headache most of the evening, which I thought would go away when I ate dinner. It has not.
Let’s hope for a little more inspiration tomorrow night.
Thanks for hanging with me.
(T-892)