One month from now is now one week from now.
Oh, Pacific Northwest. Save me from today’s forecast.
I thought that maybe – maybe – my second Nashville summer might feel a bit more manageable than my first. But to be frank, it’s hellacious. I feel angry all the time.
I DO enjoy the fireflies, though. They don’t get old.
I’m REALLY loving white wine this year, for the first time ever.
And… well, unless you can give me more, those are the only reasons I can think of to look on the bright side of the summer.