I woke up yesterday morning, threw the covers back and leapt out of bed. It’s September, folks. I have put August behind me. August can suck it!
There’s a slight crispness to the mornings, even though we’re still experiencing 90 degrees here in D-town during the days. That’s ok, though, my parents just bought me a “house-cooling” present: a window AC unit big enough to cool my whole downstairs. I walk in my house, bracing myself for the 84 degrees that it’s been all summer, and immediately start grinning because it’s now only 72. Hooray! I feel like I can actually live here, now. I can do things like take a shower in the middle of the day, I can do a load of laundry when it’s not raining outside (before, that was my stipulation: if it cooled down enough outside where I could open the windows, then I could justify turning on the dryer), I can run my dishwasher. It’s delightful. I’m sleeping better, too. It no longer looks like a hoarder lives in my bedroom, with laundry piles going to the ceiling.
I have a fun weekend planned, with movies and house projects and haircuts (for myself this time…this is a big event- I never get to get my own haircut!).
I feel like I can breathe again for the first time in several weeks. Yay for September!