I am not kidding.

I am so ready for fall temperatures, and this humidity seals the deal for me – I could not live in a climate that is like this year round. I don’t know how you Floridians and coastal people do it. No worries about overcrowding from us – we WILL NOT be moving there.

My sports bra tells me so.

After a 5 mile morning walk when it is 67 degrees and breezy but is also 116% humid the entire time, that 5 mile walk is NOTHING compared to trying to peel out of a sports bra.

I have to go into the closet without the light on, make sure Sam stays outside on the porch to cool down, so I can go to battle with the stretchy sopping wet straight-jackety contraption that had to have been invented by a comedian or a man with revenge on his mind.

I am grateful for sports bras because they do what they do and do it well.

I am grateful for privacy.

I am grateful for the ability to peel off the torture chamber, but these rotator cuffs are beginning to scream, just sayin’.

And I am grateful for cold fronts and the promise of a LOVERLY week of cool down.