Today I pulled up the long term forecast. I haven’t watched the weather lately. I haven’t even bothered to pull it up. It is August in Texas after all. That means hot, sunny, and no rain. There isn’t much difference between 99 degrees and 102 degrees.
But I pulled it up.
And, just like I thought: hot, extra hot, sunny, and no rain.
Then I saw it. The last day of the listed long rang said: September 1.
What?
How is September already knocking on our door? September 1st means we will have already started co-op, the boys will be 11, we will be post party, and the first football game will have happened.
I love September. September doesn’t really mean fall here. The first day of fall does occur in September but it will still feel like summer. Maybe just not the extra hot part anymore. But mentally I shift when September arrives.
For several years on my old blog I would write a blog post every day in September and call is 30 Days of Joy. At least, I think that is what I would call it. Since I am trying to write every day maybe I will start up my 30 Days of Joy again. I have a few days to decide.
More Than Expected 