Well, duh. Of course I am, I live with the guy.
But no really, I’m newly in love with something else: FALL.
I fall in love with autumn every year, and this year is no different. To all of you Blathering-ers who came from out of town and sweated to high heaven, I’m so sorry. Because on Monday? The weather suddenly started being palatable. And delicious.
Many people write amazingly beautiful posts about FALL! in all of it’s fiery glory. And don’t get me wrong: it is lovely. I enjoy the leaves changing, the smell of the air as things cool down and the crispness of it on my face. I love pumpkin everything (and basically derive my will to live through winter from Starbucks pumpkin scones. Um, see last post…what?) and drinking hot coffee and tea and snuggling under blankets. I love wearing tights and sweaters and hats and scarves. But do you know what I love most of all?
NOT SWEATING LIKE A DISGUSTING PIG.
My car has not had air conditioning since April. This means that for the majority of the summer, I found myself arriving everywhere rumpled, slightly damp with sweat, and probably smelly. I had to drive with my windows down everywhere I went, meaning that my already large hair was BLOWN BACK, resulting in a constant “80’s hair band” esque existence. I hated my life. My hour-each-way (or more!) commute resulted in me being perma-pissy when I got home from work. I cannot tell you the number of days I have walked in my door, began to run a cold bath, stripped out of my sweaty attire, sat in said bath and been pissed off the entire night because I just couldn’t seem to cool down.
But now? Now I enjoy my commute. Okay, maybe not enjoy, but tolerate better. Car accidents no longer leave me raging because I have to stop, therefore stopping any sort of moving air from entering my car. I let people pass without cursing them, their mother and their dogs. I can run errands after work without biting off the heads of anyone who slows me down from getting back to my air conditioned house. And I no longer sweat 24 hours a day.
Do you know what else Fall brings? BREAK. Yes, starting tomorrow, I have two weeks off. I couldn’t be more excited to NOT WORK. I love my job, but this year has been really hard so far, and I just want to take a break. Instead of a traditional “what I’ll do over vacation” list, here’s what I won’t be doing:
—wearing makeup, except in dire social emergencies
—getting out of bed before I am 100% READY to do so
—wearing anything that isn’t made of cotton or sweatpants material
—talking to anyone under the age of 14 about anything having to do with books, grades, writing or anything involving school.
Things I AM excited about: a few crafty projects, hanging out with my family, seeing some friends, SLEEPING, returning to hot yoga, having time to cook and bake, starting to run to prep for the Thanksgiving 5K I want to run again and generally being lazy.
So, yes. It’s like I’m a new woman. All thanks to the weather being barely 80 degrees.