It is beginning: Adam’s and my journey through hell. At least the hot part of hell, anyway. September has not yet arrived, but that has not stopped the temperature from climbing steadily. Daytime temperatures hover in the 90s.
This also means that our house has returned to its brick oven qualities. I can sit in our main room doing nothing, and I break into a sweat. Thankfully the humidity has not yet arrived, so it is not unbearable yet. But that is just a matter of weeks away. It won’t be long before I am constantly covered in a sheen of sweat, including 30 seconds after I’ve completed a cold shower. My objective is to survive. And if I do, I will never say a bad word about Minnesota winter ever again.
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