On the heat. And the humidity by Tracy Crisp | Sep 9, 2009 | travel | 9 comments To say that I am over it would be to exaggerate my initial affection toward(s) it. 9 Comments franzy on September 10, 2009 at 4:15 am The title reminds me of that famous lamentation from the reporter after the Hindenberg went down: “Oh, the humidity!” Reply Mindy on September 10, 2009 at 4:17 am I feel for you. I hate humidity. Reply faithh on September 10, 2009 at 7:36 am Like it dry myself, dry as a bone, so totally know what you mean here. Hope it gets better soon. Reply Helen on September 10, 2009 at 4:58 pm It’s not the heat. It’s the humidity. Reply ThirdCat on September 10, 2009 at 6:42 pm so I’ve heard Reply Molly on September 13, 2009 at 3:33 pm Oh, are you here in Townsville too? Reply squidfisher on September 14, 2009 at 4:40 am How long did you work on that sentence? It’s a total beauty. I’ve been dwelling on it for several days now. Reply ThirdCat on September 14, 2009 at 12:16 pm That one just came to me. All of my best sentences do that. It’s just that I only get around one good sentence per week. ps do you reckon we could go squidding in December? Reply squidfisher on September 17, 2009 at 8:23 am I think December is the perfect time for squidding. Reply Submit a Comment Cancel reply Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *Comment Name * Email * Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email.