One Big Ball of Sweat

Oh my goodness!  It is bloody hot today!  And when I say bloody hot, I mean bloody hot.  This is the kind of heat that creeps in and permeates every nook and cranny of my life.  It’s that sticky heat born of high humidity and a tropical climate, making me feel like I’m never dry and constantly stinky.  I start sweating the moment I get out of the shower, so I know I’m fighting a losing battle.  And since air conditioning is a rare luxury out here, I have little hope of any type of relief.  There is nothing I can do about it.  I was even dripping sweat just frosting a cake this afternoon.  (Sadly, even my butter cream was sweating.)  Yes - it’s that ridiculously hot.  It was bloody hot like this yesterday, too, which leads me to the irrefutable conclusion that summer has finally arrived.

It’s funny how the seasons can change so seemingly quickly.  Logic tells me that the weather has been working up to this moment for months now, but I swear it’s pounced upon us without warning.  It seems like I’ve spent the past several months feeling like a drowned rat and wishing the rain away.  The locals kept promising it would eventually dissipate.  People raved about the absolute beauty of spring in Brisbane.  First, they swore the rain would be gone by September.  Then, they vowed October.  And when November was still sopping wet, they shook their heads in disbelief.  Sure, there were a few nice days here and there, but spring was too well hidden in a shroud of rain to truly make an appearance.  And now, suddenly, it’s summer.  I wish I could say the heat chased the rain away, but that’s not the case.  The clouds are heavy with precipitation even now, threatening a massive storm.  Even though I’m over the rain, I’m almost looking forward to it, as it might help bring the temperature down a few notches.  I’ve got a cake to decorate, after all.