I don’t know about the rest of you here in SoCal, but I’m ready for this humidity to hit the road.

I’d happily deal with the high 80s at 7pm otherwise. But when the air is heavy and you feel as though you’ve been smacked in the face with a warm, damp towel each time you walk outside, it’s just not nice. The last thing I feel like doing is standing outside and watering in the evening; bugs lazily fly through the air, birds are less eager to fly away, my energy is sapped so I’m moving slowly — even the cat can rarely be bothered to get up from his comfy patch of concrete and come inside to a cooler environment.

The flowers outside are fainting in the heat, the flowers inside are drooping because the A/C isn’t running all day and my lethargy inspires hours on the couch.

As one of my more simple posts, the humidity and heat made me remember tonight how fortunate I am to live where I do, how lucky I am to be able to have a yard to water, flowers to take care of, A/C to run and a couch to flop down on at the end of the day. Many have more, and many have much less. But if this crazy humidity inspires gratitude, at the end of the day that’s all I can ask for.