A Sweaty, Overweight Day

Do you know how many blog posts I've opened with the words "I live in"? Despite the fact that it feels like more than enough, it seems to have become mandatory to start off with "I live in". I live near an estuary, perhaps one of the biggest known. (See? I changed things up a little, but not so much so it still seems like a monotonous opener. Still, I tried, right?) As previously stated, it is the Long Island Sound, and it starts near Connecticut and ends somewhere around New Jersey. Since estuaries are technically swamps, it results in this disgusting swampy feeling in the backyard that happens after a rainstorm on a hot day. I can only describe it with two words: fat and sweaty. Your sweat feels like warm water slowly trickling down your back, and there's so much of it that it surrounds you with this heavy aura of sweatiness. You begin to feel like a fat person after an indoor marathon in a gym at adequate room temperature. Even if your sweat glands produce small droplets like mine, you can still feel the sensation of sweat beads journeying down to your sweatpants (which absorb the warm sweat and make your underpants bunch). I never really felt that sweaty before the pool was installed, but maybe the pool made everything feel warmer by comparison.