Mercy

Yesterday a friend at work (back in temperate SoCal) asked if I was in the "heatopocalypse". The answer is yes:

Again, it's the humidity. Not only does it feel like someone opened a massive pizza oven door but the humidity is so thick, it's almost choking--like walking through water.

I wish there was a word for a sweating version of puking--sweating where it's just uncontrollable, you keep praying for a break or relief, and you just want to hide indoors with the shades drawn. Because I'd use that word all the time right now.

Man, I'm so tired of swuking.