Yesterday, Rudder went out rowing with his quad for one last practice before he
hits the road to drive to Nationals, then phoned and woke me at 6:30 to ask if I
wanted to go to breakfast. I threw on some clothes, tried to get my hair in order,
decided to take the MR-2 instead of the ruck, and realized about halfway down the
block I realized that it was deliciously cool (well, what passes for cool here -
but it was delicious) and established that I can, in fact, pop open the roof while
moving slowly. So much for slicked down hair, but oh, it was nice driving with the
top down and the sun barely peeking up.
We went flying this morning,
Rudder practicing instrument approaches and me along as safety pilot. They'd asked
us to pick up the plane keys and the little folder full of chacklists and such the
night before, because we were going out before the FBO opens in the morning. And
for the second morning in a row, it was glorious.
It's hot now, at
nearly 10AM, but not the kind of hot that makes you scurry indoors as fast as
possible. And I realized this morning what this is, or at least what I'd like to
believe it is: this weather, with mornings where you can step outsie without
immediately breaking a sweat, just might possibly be, please God maybe, the
harbinger of fall.
Phew. One more summer here survived.
All opinions above subject to withdrawal in the case of another heat
wave.