When I walked out of the house this morning here in Austin, the humidity hit me like a wall of water. My glasses fogged over and within seconds I, someone who almost never sweats, was drenched. My t-shirt looked like I should be an extra in Rocky Part XII, after running fifty miles up bleacher steps while training. For someone who has lived in Northern New Mexico for a quarter century, where humidity like this only happens in a steam shower, this is uncharted territory.