I've been reading about Space A flights lately, daydreaming about just showing up and surprising family. That's not going to happen, even if I was the kind of person who just randomly hops on planes and hopes for the best.
I was feeling whiny about not having an autumn for the next few years but then Typhoon Chaba got close to us and pushed a cold front our way. Standing on the balcony it felt so good! I've forgotten what it feels like to not be covered in sweat for no reason. So I whipped out T's long sleeve shirts and pants and we took a walk down the seawall. The water was really rough with some serious waves. After about 10 minutes though, I was just cold, and was worried about T not wearing a hoodie or at least a hat so we headed home.
We got in and I checked the temp expecting low sixties maybe....hahahahaha...it was 70 degrees. 70. That's sunbathing weather in Illinois. I would have been wearing a sundress instead of a sweater back home.
It's all relative I guess.
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