I know, I know. I'll bitch and moan and complain when I'm cold and when my skin itches from the dry air. I'll talk about how my growing-out hair is constantly electrified and that I give myself shocks everywhere I go. And the snow. Man, oh man, will I ever bitch about the snow.
But, I am a little tired of this sweating thing. Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm still having hot flashes (thanks, youthful constitution), so part of the whole sweating thing will never go away, apparently. I am ready, though, so very, very ready for that fabulous sleeping weather of autumn.
Of course, I am also very excited that it looks like beach weather for at least part of the weekend.
Okay, so maybe I'm not totally ready for fall. To be fair, I did say that at the outset. The same part of me that loves the beach is also the part of me that loves cool, leafless walks through the woods. I'm a conundrum ... a sweaty, uncomfortable conundrum. Only part of me, though.
