I've felt like the jilted lover of a weather forecast that keeps promising change but doesn't deliever. Today, however, I was surprised. I left the house to walk Jane around 5:00, and by 5:45 the cold front finally came, and it was really (somewhat) cold. The last few "cold fronts" have been nothing more than not-quite-as-hot fronts.
But tonight I feel free to feel again. Weather has this affect on me, especially at the tale end of a season. I've been walking around like a zombie for the past few weeks, stuck in a heat I can't get out of. But tonight the pajama pants come out.
Soon and very soon, camping.