The floor is sweating. Seriously. The floor is sweating.
It has been rather funny watching the dog skid around on the wet floor. Ha ha. Funny until I fall down, like I did on our front walk the other day. Moans and bruises.
I feel sort of like I am swimming, but I am just walking around. I constantly wipe my upper lip, where the beads of sweat form.
If I keep up living in this climate, I bet I'll have really great skin when I'm older, that's all I can say.