But it’s for posterity.
I grew up in Corpus Christi, Texas, one of the most humid climates on the planet.
I love love love LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE humidity.
Because without it (Mexico City’s humidity hovers below 10% most days), I start to shrivel. When I went to college in New Mexico, I was miserable. My body just has no idea what to do without humidity, and starts to disintegrate.
And now, I’m miserable. And in pain.
Warning: This is TMI, but I must have this on record to remind myself why I can never live in the desert, ever again: