It’s May 26th.
Time for shorts. Time for flip flops. Sun tan lotion.
Time for sweat.
So why am I sitting in my living room in fuzzy socks and a sweatshirt? Why do I still have a blanket and a quilt on my bed? Why aren’t the dogs shedding and the fans blowing and the windows wide open?
Its time already!
I want to sit out on the deck with an iced coffee. I want to fan myself with a folded paper, wipe my wrist across my brow and say, “God, its so hot!”
I am ready.
I want thunderstorms. I want hazy, hot and humid. I want to be happy when I feel the air conditioning come on, instead of zipping up my sweatshirt.
I want summer, for God’s sake! And I want it NOW!
I hate to be a climate change denier, you know? I’m into science and all that.
What global warming?
I really miss my flip-flops.