It’s September 2, the day before Labor Day, and it’s still muggy where I live. It can be deceptively mild the first moment you step outside, but give it a moment, and once you’ve done some time in the outdoors, your sweat glands will begin working overtime. At least mine do.

I anxiously await in 20 days the advent of fall. Not because the temps will automatically drop to fall-like weather, but because I know the end of hot stinky heat draweth nigh.

Until then, I thank God every day for air conditioning and iced water.