Good morning, y’all. I know why some people refer to a steam room as a spritz or a schvitz. After these little pop up showers roll through, the sun comes out brighter than blazes and turns the lingering humidity into a steam bath.
With just minimal exertion, I was able to completely soak through two different shirts today while doing my chores.
So, I’ve been shvitzing like a lady of questionable virtue in a house of worship today.