This morning I decided to wander outside in hopes that the rain yesterday had resulted in a cool morning, rather than the more common post-rain muggy morning. Fully expecting the latter, I was very pleasantly surprised when, in fact, it was cool (by Texas standards anyway) and reminiscent of those early fall mornings when the heat finally starts to break and you begin to find hope that summer will eventually end.
We took full advantage, spending an hour swinging, blowing giant bubbles and taking a walk around the neighborhood, only going inside long enough to, me: eat oatmeal, Adelaide: refuse oatmeal.
By the time we made it home from our walk, it was beginning to warm up, reminding me that fall is not nearly close enough. But it sure was nice to pretend for an hour.
On a totally different note, I'm considering growing out my bangs (for the umpteenth time). Man I hate those days when I look in the mirror and see 1999.
