Sweat!

It's been a long time since I've sweated this much. We're in the middle of a heat wave (along with the rest of the east coast) and I'm reminded of my days in Saudi Arabia when we'd fly into Dhahran and when I opened the crew entry door the heat hits you like a blast furnace. The thermometer on my RV window said 107 today. I'm sure it's a little off but not by much. In the morning just before sun-up the humidity was at 80%.

This week I'm in East Palatka which is about 60 miles south of Jax. Set-up on Monday was killer. The heat just saps all the energy out of you. It's like you're going in slow motion and you can't focus. At least I didn't throw up. My helper ended up hurling in one of the trash cans. But he was doing all the heavy work while I was wiring up the desk so I can't criticize him at all.

By the end of the day, my clothes were completely soaked through with sweat. I drank about three Bubba Kegs of water (that's about a gallon and a half). It's hard to move in wet clothes and harder still to go to the bathroom.

When you get older, your bladder doesn't work as well as it used to. When you gotta go, you gotta go. So I hurry to the bathroom and then it's a struggle to peel out of my wet clothes. First
I need to untie the knot holding up my sweat pants. Ever tried to untie wet shoe laces? Same deal. Then I'm trying to roll down my pants and underwear while my legs are crossed so I don't pee myself.

The body is going, "HEY! You're right in front of the toilet! Time to let go! What's the hold up?"

But your mind is going, "Wait! Not yet!" *tug tug tug*

FINALLY I get my drawers down. I make the mistake of not drying off my ass and when I sit down I slide off the seat. Fortunately in an RV you don't have far to go before you run into something so I don't fall completely off. Which is a good thing because the body has won the pee battle. Ahhh -- and I pee about, mmmm, maybe half a cup. Now THAT's really annoying. All that struggle for just that minuscule amount of pee. The body heaves a sigh of relief. The mind is just disgusted with the whole ordeal.

Now I have to get dressed again but my underwear has chemically bonded with my pants into this tightly rolled ring that resembles a bungee cord. If I put hooks on it, I bet I could use it to hold the helium bottles in the truck.

After about 15 minutes of working, I finally get my clothes separated. Time to make a decision. Do I put on wet clothes and go back to work to sweat some more? Ugh. Do I put on clean clothes to just get them all dirty and sweaty? (more laundry) I compromise. Dry underwear, wet pants (which are already filthy). By now my ass had dried off so I can at least get my underwear on normally.

They say the heat wave is supposed to break sometime this weekend......