This morning I got up, looked outside to see the grey day, and finally stopped shivering after putting on a robe. Not only was it raining, but all hope of being wrong, avoiding the meaning of the steadily decreasing temperatures obviously had not worked. Summer had not come back and no break was in sight. It was obviously time to pack away my summer clothes.
What summer clothes? For that matter, what summer? You might ask and it would be a fair question for the UK. There might have been a bit of summer this year; probably in early August while I was out of country. According to several at work, it happened in late June/early July.
I have a few summer things: a dress, a linen jacket, a light weight suit. And then there is a pair of shorts, traveling pants, and t-shirts too good for the gym. All in all, a pitiful stack to be moved to the office closet.
To consider changing out my sandals
for sturdier foot gear
Positive? Time for the warmer sweaters,
handknit socks and wool pants
Oh, and my lovely fleece jacket to complement my ACUs. Didn’t do a thing for the rain today, but at least I was not cold.
Third time is the charm.
The hood shows the real color better
with yesterdays mess up fixed.
turned up in a fairly logical place, considering my habits
and a DH who has been in Germany, San Francisco and Switzerland.
read three books yesterday, started the new Season of Bones, CSI: 10 and previewing Stargate Universe.
Perhaps having iTunes is not such a good thing.