You know—we are well
and truly in the dog days of summer, and yet for almost a week we here in the
District They Call Columbia have had the most beautiful weather. Instead of
temperatures and humidity adding up to a triple-digit heat index, it’s been
more like high 70s-low 80s and practically no humidity at all.
I worked from home
Wednesday through Friday, waiting for Comcast (don’t even ask) and a flock of
electricians to come give estimates on various fixes needed about the place.
And—mirabile dictu—I had the patio door and upstairs windows open all day,
every day; no air conditioning needed.
It was wonderful
listening to the birds out by the feeders during the day, and to whatever it is that makes
night noises. (Even though at times I had to increase the volume on my TV to
drown out the critters.) If you have not experienced a summer along the
Mason-Dixon Line, you don’t know what a blessing this is.
So that’s my gratitude
for today. Even though I’m still waiting for three of the five quotes to come
in, I’ve had nearly a week of perfect summer weather.
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