Metal Meredith

It surely isn’t me. Soon you will find me sitting very still in a very air conditioned house trying not to exert any energy. I am not a good summer person. In fact, dare I say that I hate heat? My body doesn’t react well to the 72 then 100, then 75 then 90degree temperature changes that occur when one goes from Target to the car to the house in the summertime.

Today is the starting point. Most people are skipping out on school early or coming home from work with a spring in their step. Not me, BAH HUMBUG! Here I sit, waiting for Henry to get up from a nap, looking at the temperature widget at the top of my computer screen slowly rise. 82 degrees. “Brilliant Sunshine”.

Sure.