Yesterday, my friend and I walked into Hobby Lobby. Big mistake. I almost cried when I saw the rows of craft tables piled high with ornamental gourds, wreaths of fall leaves, and pumpkins of varying sizes and motifs. Not to mention the towering display of fake Christmas trees and aisle after aisle of ornaments and Christmas-y crafts. The whole store smelled of cinnamon and spice and crisp, wonderful autumn. It was nearly more than I could handle when we walked out the doors and the heat and stink of sizzling asphalt punched us in the face. Hobby Lobby, how could you be so cruel?
All I want is a little of this:
Or even this:
Or a cold snap. Or a hurricane. Or pretty much anything other than day after day of cloudless sunny skies, 103 degrees, and 60+ percent humidity.
I checked the weather forecast this morning and saw that there is a one percent chance of rain tomorrow.
I got pretty excited.
I may be getting desperate.
Or maybe not--is anyone else out there dressing in sweaters and mittens and standing in front of a full-blast air conditioner while drinking hot chocolate and humming Christmas carols?