I have noticed that we love to grouse about the weather. Sheeesh! It's hot! Brrrrrr. It's too cold!
I am loving the weather these summer days. It is cool and gray in the morning, but the sun always burns through by 11:15, when I head out the door with the Monet bag, Speedo under my shorts. And the glorious sun gives me another sprinkle of freckles, then I hike home. It begins to heat up, then the sea breeze filters inland, bringing the coolness. By sundown, it is chilly, and the nights are downright cold, full-PJs-extra-blanket cold. I have been sleeping in my world's-softest-socks, too. Well, the old pump must be tired of pushing warmth down my mega-long legs. My tootsies get realy frigid. I do balk at turning on the heater. I'd rather bulk up with sweats and sit under one of my many afghans. Okay, bland time for cow-waving woman here. But, oh, what a glorious day!
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