Summer is hanging on by the skin of its teeth. I knew it would. I particularly knew it would try it approximately ten days ago, when I was gifted with a few mornings with temps in single digits and I felt like we had sped up to end of October. Not so fast.
The past couple of days haven’t been oppressive as such but certainly infinitely warmer than I would have liked. I can see the trees from my window trying to shed leaves and yet the sun is still hot and the sky bluer than expected. Mind you, it is entirely glorious to spend autumn days under a crisp sky but 23C doesn’t qualify as crisp.
Today was another Friday, with another live on LinkedIn at 12 noon, then a call with a potential new friend and sidekick, then taking the dogs out, going to nails… etc… that kind of mundane stuff. Whilst yesterday I felt very distinctively that I was making way with my video, today I did not touch it and now feel ever so slightly despondent about it. I could have… but didn’t… and why didn’t I? Nobody knows.
I am also feeling slightly panicked as if September were running away from me. And it is. Yesterday was dad’s birthday, we are about to shift gear into Libra and as I always say, it is but a scant five minutes between 1 September and 25 December. I can scarcely believe I’ve been typing this nonsense every day for close to a year now.