Wilted and Wasted

In the 21 years I've lived here, this is the worst summer weather. The humidity is now somewhere around six million percent, and everyone feels tired and worn to a frazzle. It has made the treadmill feel like a pleasure because if you run outside, the effort is beyond human endurance--yes, yes, all right, there are tons of people out there slogging through the muggy air, but they aren't old like I am! Indoors the only challenge is what movie to watch while running. The exercise choices seem reduced to dying of the heat and humidity outdoors, or dying of boredom if you can't find a movie you want to watch. (Music won't get me through three miles of running, no matter where I am.

Hell.