It was a balmy 8C this morning when we got up. EIGHT DEGREES CELSIUS. That’s what, about 40-something F?
Yes, you read that correctly. I had to put a sweater on top of my jammies.
It looks like our summer might be dwindling already. The week’s forecast is showing highs only in the low 20s Celsius — barely over 70F. I don’t know why I own so many tank tops and sundresses if I can barely get to wear any of them throughout the summer, but oh, well. Such is life, I suppose.
And to be honest, I like the cooler temperatures. I wilt like the proverbial flower when the temperature and humidity start peaking. (Those who saw me in Hotlanta will be able to concur… )
Anyway. I’ve got a list of things to do right now, so I’d best be off. Will pop back soon to fill you in on the excitement of my so-called life…