Here's a little something about desert living: it's dry. So dry in fact, that for the past week I have woken up in the middle of the night with my tongue stuck to the roof of my mouth. One of those times I thought it a good idea to just rip my tongue away. Do you know what happened? It hurt. Now my tongue feels like I burned it. It happened again this morning. I couldn't even swallow, but I was prepared. I splashed some water in my mouth and was able to move my tongue without incident. I then closed my mouth.
Naturally the first word to come to mind is "humidifier." But I will not be getting one. Remember my owner's manual? It talks about humidifiers briefly, saying:
"Most people don't change air filters and humidifiers with enough regularity, so they're not that effective. Unless humidifiers are cleaned regularly, they'll form a cesspool of water, which grows mold and fungi, and then you end up breathing it."
Source: You, The Owner's Manual
The words "cesspool" and "mold" were enough to turn me off of the humidifier idea. Of course I could clean it regularly, but I know I won't. I'm just going to stick to the water next to the bed and complaining. My advice to you: If there's water in your air, appreciate your spit!
