Let it be known that I am the biggest whiner when it comes to the heat. I cannot do it.
Unless I'm on a beach somewhere.
Because of that I am claiming to be fall's biggest fan ever. October and November are my jam.
I left the library early tonight because I was starving
(somebody help me remember to eat meals at normal times; dinner at 11 is getting old).
I have no food, so I made oatmeal.
And I ate that oatmeal in bed, with the window open,
and I wanted to cry because it finally felt a little bit like fall.
And because I'm so tired. But mostly because I can see the light at the end of the tunnel.
I am looking forward to pumpkin flavors and leaves and holidays,
but mostly I'm looking forward to less sweat dripping down my body all the times.
Here's to less sweat! Cheers!