While my to do list is incredibly long and makes me want to cry when looking at it or even think about it, I am starting to drift off to my happy place. The place happens to be of crisp fall mornings and evenings. The smell of football in the air. And the dreams of no longer having to freeze my cat out of the apartment.
But alas, it is still hotter than Hades here and quite frankly, I just want to scream at how horrible this summer has been. I can’t even blame the city I am in since it is just as bad as home.
I went to brunch with the ladies yesterday and wisely decided to wear a summer dress in the hopes that I wouldn’t sweat to death. Unfortunately, we took a walk to Walnut Street Bridge and back to the pub we were going to have brunch at. Instead of being hit by a cool breeze as we walked into the place, it was more like stale air. And the window AC unit did nothing for the place. It was more like I was sticking to my dress, my legs and my chair. Very unpleasant.
Even now, if I tried to sit on my deck, I would end up melting and the sun has been down for quite some time. Please let it rain a good portion of this week. And while we are at it, let the temps fall into the 70s and stay. I can’t take this much longer.
So bring on the mums, colorful leaves and crisp, cool air. I am ready for layers, football and soup. Or someone please suggest a place I can move to that doesn’t have hot, humid summers. But also has snow because I love that even more than I love fall.