More like it feels like 120 right now. It's fuckin' humid and shitty outside right now and this will be day two helping my buddy Z move into his new place. Last night we were moving his firearms and ammo at midnight and I was soakin' wet from head to toe. It just gets worse the more beers consumed, but we're moving and that's just part of moving. For me it is. Sometimes it almost makes it fun......well, on second thought, who the hell am I trying to kid. Moving blows. Period!
Not only does Z have a lot of shit, it's a lot of heavy furniture, Marshall 4x12 cabinet, a heavy Fender amp, three guitars, 9 rifles, a shitload of ammo cans, two flat screens, a couple oak tables, just all heavy shit. There's more heavy shit to move tonight. Oh, I guess I should mention that he is moving into an upstairs condo too, so I have that going for me. I don't remember it being this muggy, sticky, and completely shitty like this agonizingly humid weather we have right now. I was in Arizona last week and the 117 degrees was pleasant compared to this shit. Why? Because that 117 was the dry heat! Can't wait to get to the dry heat, 'cause this feels like shit!