The Fickle Gods of Weather

So, last week it was too sweltering to contemplate living and so my fans were all going nonstop and I was considering chopping off all my hair just to get rid of the sweat on my head. I jumped at every opportunity to go somewhere air-conditioned - work, the library, shopping ANYWHERE (as long as it had air-conditioning), and I even relented enough to wear shorts (which hasn't happened since I was about ten).

This week has been just plain weird. My feet have freezing every evening when I come home. When E and I had drinks on her porch the night before last, I actually had to wear a sweater and THEN (since I was in flip-flops and my feet were freezing) E had to go get blankets because we were both so cold. (Don't get me wrong, it was divine, but - well, the second day of September? Really now?) I have been nearly dying of cold every evening at the theatre because the air-conditioning is too cold and I'm almost dreading my shopping/lunch out expedition due to the chilliness of the air conditioning that no one has turned off yet because it is the BEGINNING OF SEPTEMBER.

In other news, I'm loving every minute. I prefer to put on layers rather than take them off and I will cuddle in a blanket any day instead of sweltering in front of a fan. Plus, it's not too hot now for my morning coffee and THAT is essential. I'm beginning to feel my need for my autumn gothic novels and I think I'll kick them off with Austen's "Northanger Abbey". I would kick off with "Jane Eyre", but I left my "Complete Works of the Bronte Sisters" in PA and I keep forgetting to grab it when I'm home.

It looks like I'll be getting home for "Heritage Days", which I'm more than a little bit excited about. I haven't been home for that in about four years and I cannot WAIT. Stefan is in charge of Hearth Cooking this year, so I'll be doing that and it's going to be SWEET.