The sheets are hanging on the line and blowing in the stiff breeze like the pale blue flags of the Kingdom of Sleep. The humidity is down to a reasonable 70% and it's only 84 degrees (feels like 92) according to the weather widget.
Feels like hell to me. I took a walk and thought I might die but I did not and came back to hang the sheets, sweet rolling down my back like my own tiny river of personal juices.
I think I may lay on the couch for the rest of the day.
This old lady has hit the wall.