Once again, solidarity, little sister. I did my usual bicycle ride yesterday, and not only did I look as if I lost a water balloon war when I got home, but my then-clean clothes were hung up to dry, and they now stand upright from all the salt. My fiance didn’t believe me when I told her about all the salt I lost (this time of the year, I need about eight liter bottles of Gatorade for the full trip) until she saw my jeans this morning and the crystals all over them. And it’s only June: I can only hope the humidity in Dallas lets up in July or it’s going to be REALLY bad.