Relief

I can’t wait for fall. I love that crisp, cool air, leaves crunching under my feet. I can’t wait to put on my running shoes and take my dog for a jaunt in the autumn air. [I like to pretend I’m a runner, even though I seem to never make time to go anymore. When I’m working only three days a week I’ll have no excuse. Oh, no. Bring on the guilt.]

But then it will get too cold. I’ll complain that I have to walk the dog when it’s freezing. The dog won’t want to go out. [Maybe I’ll buy one of those doggie sweaters for him. Or maybe he won’t be the wimp I think he is, but wouldn’t the pads on his little feet freeze if the concrete is really cold?] I’ll complain that I’m cold all the way into my bones, and nothing I do will make me warm. I’ll take showers that are too hot. My skin will be dry. My lips chapped.

And so the cycle continues. Whatever.