With the rain yesterday came another one of those dang warm fronts. By bedtime it was so sticky James closed all the windows and put us back on air.
Once I was out of the car this morning and then outside at lunch today, I'm glad he did. The air is like a heavy, sticky cloak about your shoulders, and not a featherweight gossamer cloak, either. It sits upon your shoulders like a hawk about to stoop.
The radar shows another line of thunderstorms marching toward Georgia and then hopefully we can go back to cool night temperatures again.
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