It’s not the heat, it’s the…

Coneheads

I can’t for the life of me remember why I thought it would be a good idea to wear a down-filled parka, a damp down-filled parka, mitts, and a woolen touque home from work today. Oh wait! I didn’t. It was just the humidity. Lots and lots of humidity. And heat. Actually, it wasn’t too bad, but I wasn’t really hoofing it either. Kinda like running in a pool, even half-hearted efforts at exertion fail after the first ten minutes. The only thing to do is tread water, or float. Or get out of the pool.

Walked for about 90 minutes, over the High Level Bridge (for the breeze), through the Leg grounds (for the shade), and then I melted into a medium-sized puddle somewhere in the vicinity of 99 St.

5:45 PM/28C

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