I'm back in Florida and it's miserably hot and humid, and when I sorted the mail I found a $271 electric bill. Sigh. That should be the worst for the year; it will start inching downward next month.
Although everybody in Asheville remarked about their abnormally hot weather (they did crack 90 several days in a row) it was still 10 degrees cooler than here, and far less humid. It was incredibly pleasant to walk outdoors at 8 a.m. into 70 degrees instead of 80 degrees and 96% humidity, as it is here this morning. The climate in the mountains is distinctly different, in a very good way. As I drove down I-26 yesterday, down from the mountains to the South Carolina lowlands and then south through Georgia into Florida, Baby's temp. gauge climbed steadily from 71 degrees as I left Asheville until, as I approached my house, it hit 96 degrees.
My future in-laws teased me about needing a winter coat again, and getting used to the cold. I think I can adjust. I do need to knit some sturdy little dog sweaters this fall. Can't you see Sophie in a fuzzy pink sweater?
I'm going to do this. It seems unreal. I've talked about it for HOW many years? Life kept getting in the way, as my parents' illnesses and of course my own brain thang derailed my plans. It's time to make it happen.