Who swims to the store?

I am probably the only person in the southern part of this state who has a prison pallor all year round.  It is so humid, now, that even decently acceptable temps are accompanied by air so heavy with moisture that swimming motions seem normal when walking.  It is difficult to acquire a tan while hurrying between a vehicle and a building entrance with A/C behind it

Various times, when Snax gets out, J goes out after him while I prop open a door.  Snax has learned that when he does get out and comes right back when called (or shoots into the house at top speed) there will be treats.

Currently, we are out of treats so, humidity notwithstanding, I have to venture out for some.

I should send Snax . . .