This is me. A flat tire and I am already using my spare tire.
I feel like trash on toast.
We cannot go on any further. The humidity is too much for us. Everything inside has been damp and sticky for nearly two weeks now. It never dries out. Including us. Beans is growing mildewy. I have become a moldy old man. I really wanted to tour the South again. I love the southern states, but we’re not enjoying it. Everyday is another day of wet heavy air, so uncomfortably thick I can slice it with a knife. When the heat index, the measure indicating the level of discomfort the person is thought to experience as a result of the combined effects of the temperature and humidity sits at 102.6 degrees, the fun is over.
We are turning around.
We went through this two years ago while in the mideast. It got so bad I was laid up sick for two days in Ohio and West Virginia. Already I have no appetite. Beans quit eating her wet food days ago. She just nibbles at her kibble now. I have learned from that experience.
I’m really disappointed. But once I made the decision to bail and got over the initial feeling of having failed again, I felt better knowing I made the right choice. It is only the first week of June. It is only going to get worse. And here I was worrying about tornados for this trip when the humidity would be my undoing.