Muggy.

I like to switch handbags often, so as to coordinate with what I'm wearing and keep from having too much junk build up in the bottom of my purse. This morning, my housekeys failed to make it into the pink-and-black bag. Tonight, after work, the temp was 99 in the shade. And I paced the garage for 20 minutes, getting dizzy and nauseous, until it occurred to me that I still had a key to the truck. Thank God Erik had taken his car to work this morning, because I don't have a key to that.

So, for the remaining hour and a half-ish until Travis drove up, I waited in air conditioning.

Not gonna do that again.