Weather, you're a fickle maiden. I love the unpredictable, but c'mon already.
All I ask is a few temperate nights, to sleep with the windows open and just a single sheet to ward off the bite developing in the night air.
Yet a few days before autumn kicks off and my witch friends begin their most wonderful time of the year, the Mexican blankets are out in full force at night, and even then the chill finds a foothold.
Part of it is being a glutton for sleeping with the windows open. Until it approaches freezing nightly - and this mean 35 degrees or less - only the screen separates me from the elements. My anti-air conditioning stance means summer sleep rarely comes comfortably, even as a box fan pummels me with the cold air it can whirl.
Autumn feels premature this year. A few weeks of comfortable mid-70 degree days before the mercury starts its slow decline toward winter - I know I haven't felt that. We went from 80s to 60s, and that change is stark.
But give me a few more weeks with windows wide open and perfect nights for sleeping, then consider me sated.
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