Yesterday morning defied science, at least the kind learned in nursery rhymes. Out came the sun and dried up nothing. The itsy-bitsy spiders were denied a second chance at the waterspouts. It was humid, that was all, but people found other ways to say it.
"The first word that comes to mind is brutal," said Greg Oire Ganter, 33, a photographer from the Lower East Side. "It's disgusting. It's sluggish. It's gross."
A common theory holds that hot weather is more tolerable than cold. This fails to account for something meteorologists never refer to.
Call it the Grumpy Factor, a phenomenon tied to humidity. In a nursery-rhyme-science sort of a way, the Grumpy Factor explains how unpleasantness can shuffle across the city, lighting tempers and darkening moods.
Well, welcome to my version of summer: A seemingly perpetual foul mood from around 1 July - 1 October. I have decided that I wind up with a kind of inverse-seasonal-affective-disorder: In the summer, I don't go outside unless necessary and wind up getting all grumpy and bad-tempered from being stuck inside and outside being so hostile. Well, hostile to me. Most people around here are used to it, I just complain a lot. Us Yankees are just not engineered for this weather.
Something interesting: I used to think it was hot in Dallas. Well, it is. But it's DRY, and I never really agonized over it like here. It was just plain HOT, not oppressive. Not HOT HOT like Phoenix right now, but hot nonetheless.
Anyway, to ya'll in the NE, this too shall pass.
