Please allow me to interject my feelings about Mother Nature

It's 77 here now, at 7:20 a.m. Humidity 71%, heat index is 86.

It feels hotter. Go outside and do anything at all and you break a sweat, at 7:20.

 

Holy cow. I just came from outside. The actual temp is 88. Phone says it feels like 97. Humidity is off the chain. Not a stir of air. I'm honestly thinking about going to the bathroom to puke.

 

Here at the beach, it's also 88 degrees ... but it feels like 103. Not even going outside.

 

It's currently 92/106, with 60 percent humidity.
Had three outdoor assignments today between 8 and 11 a.m. The last one was taking pictures of kids' swim lessons at the city pool, and toward the end someone looked at my sweat-soaked shirt and asked if they'd splashed me.
Had to tell them, "Nope. This is all me."

 

When I said earlier I was thinking about going to puke, I wasn't kidding. Ever since I had COVID in 2020 and had a crazy fever for about a day and a half, I can't tolerate high temperatures. It makes me physically ill, and I will vomit like Linda Blair even if I haven't eaten anything.

 

We've had spaghetti at our house three times this month!

 

There's vomit on his sweater already, mom's spaghetti

 

I don’t like the idea of Milhouse having two spaghetti dinners in one day!

 

95 here. With the wind chill, it’s 113.

I like the heat, but this is redonkulous.

 

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