Too Hot to Handle

Is't possible? That we will be performing Shakespeare out of doors on this insanely muggy day? Ugh I suppose it is. When I was a wee chit of a girl I always wanted to live in Victorian times, now I am getting my wish as I traipse about fields wearing long sleeves and skirts that reach my ankles along with the requisite hosiery and undergarments. Hot and bothered, but not in the good way. More in the, I would have gone all Zelda Sayre on their proper asses had I lived in olden times, hacked off my hair and raised my skirts and danced like an Indian chief to a tune no one else could hear. Come to think of it, that last part is essentially what I am doing all the time anyway. Thank the goddesses for central air. Not that I will stoop to putting it on.