Now that we have turned the corner into September, in the recesses of my poor beleaguered and heat fried brain, I thought it would suddenly cool down and act like fall.
Unfortunately, the weather doesn't seem to care a whit about the calendar, more's the pity.
Pouting will get me nowhere I know, but I'm feeling a bit self indulgent, and am giving myself permission to sit in the corner and be in a snit about it for a while.
I belong on the moors.
And here I am living in a heat sink.
Sigh.
Ah well, it could be worse.... it could be June.
(Yeah, and it could be Death Valley. Count your blessings.)
'K.
Unfortunately, the weather doesn't seem to care a whit about the calendar, more's the pity.
Pouting will get me nowhere I know, but I'm feeling a bit self indulgent, and am giving myself permission to sit in the corner and be in a snit about it for a while.
I belong on the moors.
And here I am living in a heat sink.
Sigh.
Ah well, it could be worse.... it could be June.
(Yeah, and it could be Death Valley. Count your blessings.)
'K.