My clothes are dry, my hair is dry, my feet are dry and the ground is dry. I walked across the yard and am still dry. I spent an hour dragging all the crap out to the curb for cleanup day and I was dry. I love the desert! It was in the 80's today and I was comfortable, turned the swamp cooler on vent and the house was perfect. Mind you, I had a great time back in Boston, the trees that were turning were beautiful, and everything else was so green. And it was fantastic to see everybody. But - it's nice to be dry!