Sweat by any other name!

Maintaining minimum standards takes effort. So does staying cool. The heater personality just doesn't fit in this evaporative part of the planet so cool is cool. Drenched areas in your shirt say "can you hear me now?" Our reptilian brain area gets befuddled by the heat of anxiety unlike camels in desert heat so it signals the armpit ducts to get swampy.

The madman who came up with Arid as the name for the swamp dryer gets Hendricked (a Joanie bronsky). It could have been called Pit Douche but No . . . . Ar-fucking-id is one defining word for what civilized humans want when it comes to their pits.

Where does the famiglia factor come in on familiarity breeds contempt? Is that where the contempt originates? Or is it the favored not-about-family interpretation as the more you know the buggers the more you can't stand them that fits better? No contempt here. All spontaneous emission-like assisting in keeping things real and strengthening the accomplishments.

When it hits you that your cup runneth over, don't try to fix it with preposterous remedies. Go directly to savoring it. These are the breathtaking moments. It could all dissipate in a wake up but so what - the overflow is better than those scale deposits on the lake bed of Lachrymosia.