My kids have school today, and I do not. It's weird to be home by myself, and even weirder to think that just a few years ago, this was my default existence. I'm thrilled to have this extra time to catch up on grading and planning -- the last two weeks we've had things scheduled nearly every evening after school, which makes it hard to keep up with everything else.
Not-summer is in full swing, arriving as it usually does: one day, it's just not hot any more. It would be nice to slide gently into cooler temperatures, but we routinely go from the mid-90s to the mid-60s in three days or less. I'm scrounging around in my closet looking for shoes after wearing sandals every day for the past 8 months. Presently I'm in a sweatshirt and slippers and feeling chilled. It's only 72 degrees in here and I'm used to it being 80.
It's hard to convey a "laughing at myself" tone of voice in print -- but I am. I don't miss Massachusetts winters one bit, as even in this 72 degrees my hands are feeling stiff. For me, cold = pain, and I am very grateful that this is, more or less, as "cold" as it will get.