Ah, this is more like it. After a week of hundred-degree heat, a cooling breeze came up this afternoon. The air feels a lot different tonight, and I think that means sleep will come more easily. To people who actually sleep, anyway. Weíve moved from the brick oven to the meat locker in the span of a few hours, and as much as I like hot weather, Iím not complaining.
Or maybe itís just that I donít like the heat as much as I used to. I do like the sunshine, though. I know that for sure, and that will never change. Iíll take one cloudy day a year, when I can take 365 cloud photos, and then gladly spend the rest of the time under blue skies, day after day after day. I promise I wouldnít get bored with it.
Itís been a few days, but Iíve been doing nothing but working. Suzanne and I went out for coffee yesterday afternoon (iced coffee, that is) and caught up on our lives. Mom and I went to breakfast this morning while her car was having some recall work done. I havenít seen much of anybody else.
Aiden went to his first Giants game this week and loved it. He charmed all the folks in the stands around him and paid attention to the action on the field. Well, that isnít surprising, is it? He notices everything, and he interacts with adults easily and gracefully. Today at Target, prompted by Tammy to say hello to the cashier, he said, ďHi, lady. I eat French fries a lot.Ē