In the Soup

A cool morning has given way to a hot, sticky afternoon. But until a few minutes ago I didn't notice. I've been doing what I do, sitting with a laptop, sending emails, editing an article, drafting a letter.

When I felt warm enough to check the temperature a few minutes ago, I read that we're "in the soup" —that would be the high-humidity soup.

But I took that a different way. I thought about frogs that don't notice they're being boiled alive because the water is comfortable in the beginning.

Maybe those frogs are an urban legend. But I feel like one of them today. I didn't know I was in the soup until I'd been in it for hours.