My car’s A/C is out. It’s been about…a bajillion degrees lately. Multiple that by 10 and you get some feeling of what the inside of my car feels like at about 3 P.M. on any given day. I had no idea how much gratitude I owed to the precious icy air box stuck to the front of my dash. Until it was a nothing but a fiery box of death.
I’ve heard a lot of complaints about the end of summer and fun and sun. Well, that has to be coming from carefree people who sit in their cars haphazardly blasting blessedly chilly air all over their carefree faces. Because I’m sure not spreading those lies.
This insane heat has made me think a lot about fall. Not because this weather resembles anything autumnal in the least, but because of how drooly I am about it now. We can drool together over all the fallishness and pretend it’s not months away. Why be realistic when we can just pretend and sit in that great quote from the Great Gatsby,
“Life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall.”