It’s Wednesday. Holy crap, it’s bitch-ass hot outside and the humidity is absolutely fucking ridiculous. At this point it feels like the entire country is either flooding, melting, or simultaneously doing both. Mother Nature has apparently decided subtlety is overrated and is just cranking the thermostat to “fuck you” while dumping buckets of water on everyone else.
Now, I’m all for hot weather. Give me sunshine, 85 degrees, and a nice summer day and I’m a happy camper. But this combination of extreme heat and humidity is a whole different beast. The temperature might say 90-something, but with that humidity, stepping outside feels like walking directly into a giant, wet oven.
And that’s the problem with this kind of heat. The temperature alone isn’t necessarily the killer; it’s the combination of heat and humidity that makes it so damn oppressive. When the air is already saturated with moisture, your sweat doesn’t evaporate properly, which means your body’s built-in cooling system basically throws its hands in the air and says, “Well, we’re screwed!”
So yeah, I like summer. I like warm weather. I like being outside. But there is a pretty significant difference between “What a beautiful summer day!” and “How long can I remain outside before my brain is cooked like a rotisserie chicken?”
Unrelenting Heat & Humidity
It’s Wednesday. Holy crap, it’s bitch-ass hot outside and the humidity is absolutely fucking ridiculous. At this point it feels like the entire country is either flooding, melting, or simultaneously doing both. Mother Nature has apparently decided subtlety is overrated and is just cranking the thermostat to “fuck you” while dumping buckets of water on everyone else.
Now, I’m all for hot weather. Give me sunshine, 85 degrees, and a nice summer day and I’m a happy camper. But this combination of extreme heat and humidity is a whole different beast. The temperature might say 90-something, but with that humidity, stepping outside feels like walking directly into a giant, wet oven.
And that’s the problem with this kind of heat. The temperature alone isn’t necessarily the killer; it’s the combination of heat and humidity that makes it so damn oppressive. When the air is already saturated with moisture, your sweat doesn’t evaporate properly, which means your body’s built-in cooling system basically throws its hands in the air and says, “Well, we’re screwed!”
So yeah, I like summer. I like warm weather. I like being outside. But there is a pretty significant difference between “What a beautiful summer day!” and “How long can I remain outside before my brain is cooked like a rotisserie chicken?”
-keep