One of the many shocking things about moving to Seattle was no humidity. I live 2 blocks from a body of water so big that gynomous ships live and work there. And this is Seattle. So. Rain.
But, it is rarely humid. You can leave a saltine cracker on the counter for a week and it will still crunch when you bite into it*. When I was a kid, you had to eat your saltines before your soup or they would be soggy by the time you got to them. (*Also downtown on the 4th floor, bugs are very rare, thankyoujeasus.)
So on the rare days when it is humid, like today, it feels like the air is a wash cloth soaked in warm water. But, it's not bad. Not bad enough even to turn on the air conditioner. Just not invigorating. And the sewing room isn't that much fun.
The Mariners lost big. Really, horribly, embarrassingly, devastatingly big. The only good news is that they don't play again until Friday.