I am so OVER summer.
I love summer, don't get me wrong. And I love me some hot, HOT temperatures. And while I don't actually LOVE the humidity, I don't mind it, and I'll even admit that sometimes, on a nice summer night, it can feel really comforting to walk outside into a warm, cozy blanket of air.
But it's about this time every year where I start to grow more than a little tired of it. I start to crave things like sweaters and low humidity and Uggs and - god help me - jacket weather. Fall is absolutely, positively, without a DOUBT my favorite season.
And one of these days it'll get here.
One thing I'm not OVER? At all?
Watermelon. This isn't even particularly GOOD watermelon, if I'm being honest with you, but damn is it tasty anyway.
And...okay. I made quite the statement on Twitter the other day vehemently objecting to the fact that Starbucks was launching its pumpkin spice latte this week. I mean, it's not even LABOR DAY YET, for the love of god. If it's 94 degrees and 87% relative humidity, I am NOT in the mood for pumpkin.
Um. But it's been a hard day today. And honestly, it's been a bit of a hard week and a bit of a hard month. And I was sitting here struggling through some stuff I need to get filed, and something occurred to me.
It's not exactly 94 degrees in my office. Actually, considering the fact that I'm wearing a blazer AND an airplane blanket on my lap and I'm still a bit cool...it's probably not even 70 in here.
And I do love, love, LOVE me some fall. And maybe having a little bit of pumpkin spice latte -- even if it's seasonally inappropriate -- would be inspiring. In a "oh boy it's almost fall, the universal season of new beginnings and opportunities!"
(and by "universal," I mean "for people in America who are going back to school," and by "new beginnings and opportunities," I mean "getting a new schedule of classes and a whole lot of fresh notebooks and back-to-school shopping." But whatever. I could use a bunch of that and I'm pretty sure most people would agree with me.)
Here we have it. I replaced my usual afternoon squares of some-form-of-salted-dark-chocolate with a jumping-the-season latte. And it's goddamn delicious. But the thought of drinking this outside in the 94 degree weather? Anyone who does that is farking nuts.
Looking forward to the gym tonight. Last night I warmed up with a five-minute run on the treadmill and then blew through P90X chest/shoulders/tris. The gym was blessedly empty, which is unusual for a weeknight. Tonight I'm thinking a five miler of some kind...maybe speedwork/intervals, maybe a tempo? I don't know, but my body is SCREAMING at me to run.
Gotta love that.