13 Days To Freedom

13 days. . . . count 'em. . . . . 13 days til the calendar is flipped to the month of September. I simply cannot wait. Of course, it will still be very warm and probably hot during the early part of September, but just to know that the summer months are behind me is such a relief. I've been having these weird hot flashes (I suppose that's what it is) at very inconvenient times. I get really frustrated when I begin to sweat and I know it'll soon be beyond the point of no return. I may as well just leave wherever I am and head for a bath (a cool bath).


I ran some errands this morning and finished around noon. When I got back in the car from my last stop, my hair was wet in the back of my head and my lower back was not much better. I seriously think I have a problem. This can't be normal. After I lose this weight that I've gained over the last 18 months because of my knees, this problem had better subside. If not, then I'm going to find a doctor who will help me out. The immediate solution would be for Tom & I to move to Nova Scotia until mid-November. But I don't think I could go that long without seeing my family (i.e., my G.G.'s!). So, I'll continue planning my life avoiding the hottest time of each day. I'll continue declining invitations that require outdoor participation. I'll continue wearing my sweat band when I stick my big toe outside. And I'll continue counting down the days until August is gone.