Monday, August 13, 2012


A crisp breeze is blowing through my window.  I mean, I suppose crisp would be different temperatures at different times of the year.  It's 67 degrees and though that sounds warm and it is, it is a lot cooler than the previous 102 that we saw just about a month ago. 

I texted Rachael a photo of our thermometer on Friday when it was 62 and she said that it was just not kind to brag like that.  It seems that Rachael is longing for the coolness of fall.

It has been delightful to have the windows open, to feel the breeze and to sleep better than I have in months.  I'm not a white noise girl, so the hum of the air conditioner just doesn't work too well for me.  To hear the evening critters and to feel the breezes makes me sleep like a rock. 

My eyelids are getting heavy.  My cozy blankets are calling.  Pardon me while I step away to listen to what they are telling me.

1 comment:

Rach said...

You really were bragging, you know. ;oP