It’s not really THAT hot out there on the (un)lovely back porch. But it feels hotter than the proverbial Hubs. My guess is that’s because the air is just saturated: 37% humidity.
Could that really mean that more than a third of the air we’re breathing is …water????
Possibly. It feels like (un)lovely Saudi Arabia, where we lived on the shore of the (hot, soggy!) Persian Gulf. There, some mornings would be SO humid you’d wake up to a clear blue sky and see rain pouring down in front of your window.
Ugh!
We’re not that extreme. Yet. I hope. But it sure is nasty out there just now.
Thank gawd for central air-conditioning. Real air-conditioning, not the swamp-cooling we had out there. The machines we have here actually do dry out and cool the air before blasting it into the house.
And that makes a summer afternoon here almost tolerable. Assuming you don’t go outside…