Last night, while we were sitting around in puddles of sweat and pretty much trying not to touch anything or let anything touch us, I kept thinking I was feeling a stray cool breeze every now and again. I sat in the sweat puddle in my chair, which is the one thing I have to touch if I don't want to stand all day, wondering about this perceived coolness. My eyes repeatedly flicked to the thermometer. The temperature remained an unchanged 89.2. So why did I think it was refreshing? Finally, it dawned on me. The air wasn't becoming cooler, it was drier. Boy what a difference.

The dry is not only spectacular in itself, it also allowed the temperature to drop more over night. It was a delicious 82 when I woke up this morning. And even more delightful, the air has remained dry all day. Halelujah!

I have managed to spend the day with my fan on the low setting. I am not actively sweating. I am not sitting in a puddle. Oh the decadence.

With Hurricane Norbert headed more or less in our general direction, I have no delusions that the dryness will be lasting, but I will take it for the gift it is.