I love summer, but by late September I feel it should not be quite so summery anymore. High 99, low 72. High 98, low 73. High 99, low 72.
All right, we get it. Jesus.
Mostly I'm just pissed because I was hoping to make a somewhat seamless transition between pool-closing time and bike-riding time.
I know I'm being a wimp, but I don't want to ride my bike right now. I could do it, I could totally ride at least to work and back each day, but since I stayed nice and cool in the water all summer, I feel this would be extremely difficult at this point. I'll be damned if I'm going to start getting acclimated to riding around in 99-degree weather on September the nine-frigging-teenth.
So I rot, like a wuss. High 99, low 72. High 99, low 72. Blah blah blah blah blah hi I'm summer and I will never end and you will all grow weak and enervated and eventually perish under my blistering wrath high 99, low 72 blah blah. Blah.