I know. It's been brutal. Even I feel like saying "uncle" after days and days of this weather. In fact, I WILL say "uncle." Watch me.
But . . . I am dreading fall and winter even more than usual this year. I don't know why. I just already fill the dark ink seep into that sponge in my head, otherwise known as "my brain." This morning on our long walk down City Creek Canyon, Kathy said maybe the anticipation will be worse than the real thing, and she's probably right. Life often works like that.
Anyway. Time to get some strategies in place.