I’m no wimp.
But the temperature climbs most days in Oriental to somewhere just north of scorching, with a side of humidity that is outta sight. So . . . when it comes time to do double duty and gopher for one of Monty’s projects (for which I’m extraordinarily slow to perform), “I’m melting” becomes my only defense. Captain Monty seems to be immune to the temp, but not me, no, not me. And we won’t mention the mosquitos. Hungry little suckers. They bypass Monty and make a beeline directly to me.
Now most folks around here take it in stride. They perspire, they wipe, they swat and they keep on at whatever task they are doing. Doesn’t seem to impede their progress too much. It's all taken a little getting used to but I'm slowly acclimating into the culture.
For me, the nights are the worst. Now, that’s not to say that sleep is not an elusive partner in the best of times. Add to that a bit of insomnia, 90 plus degree temps, a foam mattress and no breeze (other than a fan that sounds like a jet engine about to take off) and you have a restless, jaw clenching, Wicked Witch Melting kinda night. Oh, and lest I forget, during the deep dark night, the occasional buzz by from a no seeum!
Oh yeah! Life is good!