Today was one of those days, when the thunderstorms build, stay almost stationary and eventually rain out over the spot where they started. The air afterward is so heavy, the smallest of efforts lead to sweating so much, soaked clothes are the result; even my socks were wet.
The heavy sweating kicked my butt. Any energy I started with is gone and simple things are large efforts this evening. To place it in perspective: that much sweating is like running for miles in nice weather. It drains and leaves you exhausted.
This evening, with the sun starting to set, the huge anvil clouds are a wonder to behold. That's a sign of the start of the end of summer. Within weeks, we'll have a cold front; be rewarded with a morning with the temperature in the sixties and "suffer" a high of less than eighty degrees. I can hardly wait.