I’m slumming around Washington DC this week with plans of heading home on Friday. Our team is holed up in a building near Navy Yard, which smells. Not the building; I mean, the whole area. Outside it smells like a combination of fertilizer and dead fish. I’m pretty sure I smell too. It’s so humid here that every time I step outside I am instantly dripping with sweat. I have taken to wearing two shirts this week to hide my sweaty armpits. That of course is just making me sweat more, but at least the outside layer stays dry. Mostly.… (read more)