Hot commute

This morning I attended a 9 am meeting at FCCJ. I was dressed and out the door at 8:30, just in time for rush hour on the Marunouchi line.
A hundred people in the train car with me multiplied the effects of today’s sticky weather. By the time I reached my stop, 11 minutes after I’d boarded the train, my upper lip was beaded with perspiration, my hair was damp, and sweat dripped down the curve of my spine.
I’m lucky, though, because I got to come home and strip off my clammy clothes after the meeting. While everyone else suffers in their suits and ties, I’ll spend the rest of the day in a t-shirt (and not much else).