For over the last week San Diego has been subject to a flow of warm and humid air from the Gulf of Mexico. The temperatures haven’t been all that high in absolute terms, perhaps as high as 30C (85F), but the humidity has been unpleasant. Furthermore, my apartment is uninsulated and has no air conditioning – so the windows stay open 24 hours a day. By the mid-afternoon, it’s often a few degrees warmer in the apartment than outside. And our neighbors smoke on their patio about dozen times a day, which is annoying. It gets worse: One of the buildings next to us is having its roof replaced and all week the smell of fresh tar has been wafting inside the apartment day and night.
I usually don’t complain about warm weather, I actually like it. But, lately, I’m looking for a little relief from the sticky humidity, the cigarette smoke and the tar.
(P.S. Of my faithful readers, my brother Adam has it the worst, of course, being in Vietnam right now. It’s much more humid and oppressive there. However, Vietnam is 20 degrees farther south than here, so that’s to be expected.)