Back home, I remember feeling like I’d had just about enough of winter once February rolled around, but a month or two would go by before spring arrived. Here, I feel that way about summer. I’ve been done with it since, well, August (when we got back from Spokane), and it’s now October and I just don’t see an end in sight. The day I was looking forward to because it was forecasted to be in the upper 70’s has now changed to 90. That’s just wrong. It’s October. I’ve been promising Kyrie that we’d be able to play outside when October came. At this rate, it’s gonna be more like November.

I long for the day when we live in a normal place where my child can play outside year-round.