oh, the humidity!
On cool fall days it's difficult to imagine the effects of the sort of humidity we experience at the height of midsummer, here. It's not so much that it's hot out--indeed, the air today was a wonderfully pleasant 78 or 82 or something--more that, if you attempt the slightest exertion outside, you immediately find yourself clammy with sweat. It provides a real disincentive to outdoor recreation of the more vigerous sort, I can assure you. I come to understand why they talk about watering a garden with the sweat of your brow: I always took that as something in the metaphorical line, but now I see that a considerable amount of sweat can, indeed, make its way down your forehead and nose and into the soil you're working.
The other effect of the warm humidity is that food left open on the counter goes bad, quickly and disgustingly. I will try not to forget to put things away in the future.