I'm not saying it should be like the start of a new season in a Warner Brothers cartoon, when the landscape changes instantly (lush, green trees denuded with a loud whumph! as all their leaves fall to the ground, changing color as they drop), but it would be nice if we could get a little more coolness Wednesday. As it is, it is expected to hit a high of 85, which is better than Tuesday and Thursday, when it's expected to be 90, but not better enough. One would think that summer would know when it had worn out its welcome. Apparently it doesn't.
Right now it's a balmy 76 outside, but as that's how warm the house stayed today I've now got the windows open and the HVAC fan on. After what we've been through this summer that doesn't seem half bad, but I'll be glad when it gets down into the 60s later tonight and I can sleep without tossing and turning. And at least I've got those unexpected gardenias to lend the night an exotic touch. I can pretend I'm in the tropics. Maybe Esther Williams will swim through my dreams.