Time flies. It IS a blur. And a big one at that.
I’m so homesick for dry air it isn’t funny. I want to take a bottle of anything out of the fridge and not have the condensation form immediately. I want to open my door and my windows, but I wouldn’t be able to breathe. So I have to stay in the A/C. I have not worn a short-sleeved shirt since I’ve been here. All my fun ones are still packed. Unngh. And I have woefully few long-sleeved shirts because winter doesn’t last long, does it? But air conditioning does.
It’s humid here, too. Really makes me want a haircut, but it will have to wait until next week, at least. Unnngh.
Remember that old saw about wishes and horses.
At least we’re not entering a new ice age.
At least, not until the Biden Administration decides to blame its troubles on a new ice age.