Restless

That was nice. I just spent the second half of my lunch hour out walking in the 90-degree heat, soaking up the sun. When I was a student and then school librarian I got out plenty during the summer and looked for ways to avoid the heat. Now that I'm locked inside all day, I actually miss it. Ever since returning from the cruise I've found myself staring longingly out the window, wanting to get back to sweating and working on my sunburn. And I don't even need tropical beaches (although I wouldn't complain). I miss the dry, scrubby grass and hard, cracked earth of the Kansas plains. I don't care, I just want to be outside. All the time. I've always said spring and fall are my favorite times of year, but only getting dashes of summer is making me re-evaluate.

(That said, I think we're going to break down and put in the window units this weekend. Last night was the first time it didn't cool off enough overnight to sleep well, even with fans. I don't mind being hot during the day, but I've got to be able to sleep without sweating through the sheets.)