It's true. I've caught the bug.
But not the bug you're thinking, don't worry. Aside from the little cold I've been nursing for the last week, I'm as healthy as can be.
Nope, I've caught the I-wish-it-was-summer bug.
This, my friends, is an unheard of occurence.
I love fall and winter a ridiculous amount. Don't get me wrong, I do love spring and summer, too, but I'm not the person who starts wishing for warm weather in February. I'm usually able to hold out until April before dreaming of summer vacation and warmth.
But I had a lovely Saturday in the mountains where I did almost no work, and when we came home today, it was about 65 degrees and sunny. I took the dog for a walk and was hot in my jeans and long sleeve, and it was beautiful and bright and there were people out everywhere. (I know 65 isn't that warm, but hey, we had -20 a couple of weeks ago.)
I put some fun music on and unpacked and started the laundry while the windows were thrown wide-open and the sunlight was streaming in the house. I got the urge to do some cleaning (although I limited myself to cleaning the toilets since I knew I had hours of school work ahead of me). John and I put on our swimsuits and took "before" pictures because we are motivated to get fit and healthy.
It just felt like summer.
And now I'm craving it.
Oh summer. I can't wait to see you.