Living in south Louisiana, we don’t have anything like Spring every year. We might have something that resembles Spring once in a while and trust me, when that happens you see people beaming, or even some people walking around with sweatshirts and coats. (They’re insane.) No, down here it’s just hot, hotter, even hotter, and wow look it’s not quite so hot anymore before the cycle begins again.
I was complaining this morning that it shouldn’t be so hot and muggy at 7 a.m., but there you have it. Once those snazzy cold/cool fronts stop pushing through, the humidity goes up as does the heat. It’s like living in a sauna except rather than sitting around soaking up the soothing heat, you’re expected to actually do things. Like work or cut grass or any number of things that make the heat unbearable.
To be honest, I have to admire the people who work in what can only be classified as stifling heat with no worse for wear. I’ve seen some temperatures in construction type work areas that can go up to 120 degrees and the work is still done.
I’m too delicate for all of that. Give me air conditioning set on 65 and a huge glass of ice-cold water and I’ll be able to scrape by this horrible season that’s supposed to be called Spring.