This is just so weird.
It's August and 54 degrees outside (at noon). It's snowing on Timp (the local mountain). I am wearing a sweatshirt!!!
By the end of summer I'm always excited for "sweater weather." I'm sure that in a few months I'll be anxious for warmer days, but right now the cool feels so good!
The day that we loaded our moving truck it was 104 degrees with 85 percent humidity. I was excited if the low got to 70 degrees. So now that I'm back in the West I can be grateful for dry skin because it means that I won't be sticky as soon as I walk out the door.