come on down to my place, baby

This glorious 78 degrees was our high temperature at 3 p.m. yesterday, and has been a common theme since Sunday afternoon, when we threw caution to the wind and donned long pants while throwing open the windows and basking in the breeze. We've had highs in the upper 70s and lows in the mid 60s all week. Where I live, that's pretty much unheard of in July. Hell (though using that word in reference to coolness seems quirky), we don't even see this as our low temperatures throughout the summer here. This is what we normally experience in early October. I've actually huddled under the blankets in the morning as the brisk morning air gushes through the windows. I can't seem to give up my natural way of sleeping, regardless of what that fickle minx Mother Nature tosses at us.

I'm sure we'll resort to blood boiling, ugly sweating, temperature bitching weather before the month ends. I've not looked at long-range forecasts because, honestly, I like to live in a pretend world for as long as possible. But I've been forced to admit that I'm pretty sure Al Gore and all his wacky rock and roll friends are on to something with all this global warming talk, so I'm off to sing another chorus of "Planet Earth" in my pretend duet with Simon LeBon and then head out and enjoy this while I can before the polar ice caps completely melt away and the coasts are awash in the rising tides.