For most of the country fall begins in September. But down here in southeast Louisiana summer lasted until about a week ago. I know this because I was wearing shorts right up until about October 18th. For those of you who don't know me quite as well as others, let's just say I'm always the one carrying a sweater around. I get cold when it's seventy degrees.
So when I say it's still been summer, you can count on temperatures in the eighties. Okay, temperatures are still hitting in the seventies during the day, but the nights are cooling off into the thirties and forties.
Last night I stayed up late writing (4000 words for Witches of Bourbon Street thank you very much) and I was chilled enough I knew it would take forever to warm up once I went to bed.
So, instead of climbing in bed at 1am, I climbed into my tub with BLACK HEART LOA , by Adrian Phoenix.
Awe wonderful bliss. A hot tub, a good book, and a cold night. Bring on fall and winter. Mr. Clawfoot, I've missed you.
