I did not melt.
It's just that work was eating my brain. And then I went to California, where it was a little hot, but not humid unless you're from Utah, in which case, fine, complain about the humidity in Contra Costa County, but remember that you live in Utah, so you probably have more issues than just humidity. But I was in California, and it was lovely and not humid, and I saw my friend Lynn get married, and she was incredibly beautiful and so was the wedding and I cried because I was so happy. Everyone was happy, and many people were drunk and happy and it also WAS NOT HUMID.
Now I am back in Washington, and it's not too hot, and it's kind of humid, but only because it's raining, because for some reason it insists on raining here in the summer. Note to Californians: if you move to DC and your umbrella breaks in April, don't tell yourself, "Oh, spring is almost over, so I don't need to bother replacing this, because the rainy season is coming to a close, and I can just get a new one in the winter." Because, Californians, the rainy season here NEVER ENDS. But I am adjusting.
Anyhow, I am back, and work is eating my brain once again. Frankly, if work stays like this, I'm going to end up back in grad school, because a disseration would be less stressful. Tomorrow I leave for Iowa, where it will be hot and humid, but this time it's for work, which means I have to wear my grown-up clothes, which will not be at all comfortable in the heat, but I'm not even allowed to whine, because I have to act like a grown up while in my grown up clothes. After Iowa, I get to come home for a few days to complain about the heat and humidity here, and then it's off to Seattle to rejoice in decent, non-muggy weather for almost a week.
So, no, I have not melted. And someday I will come write a real post that is perhaps interesting and has good sentence structure and isn't all whiny.