It's Official

It hits me at different times every summer.
The "I am over hot weather" feeling.

It hit me yesterday.
We were driving home from our mini-vacation with our "old" friends. (Much more blogging about this later.)

We drove through the Great Smoky Mountains National Park (hello Dramamine) instead of around.

At one of the highest elevations, the car temperature thingy dropped from about 94 degrees to a beautiful 76 degrees. And the sun was shining. Yes, there is a God.

On the way through Asheville, NC, it was foggy and rainy... and a blistering 67 degrees.

I put my window down and stuck my hand out into the glorious coolness and imagined long sleeves. And football games. And soup. And not 96 degrees.

And I was happy.
It's official. I'm done with the hot weather.