18 Days and Counting....

Last night was an enjoyable evening, for the most part. I managed to workout, eat a good dinner and watch a three hour season finale – the Bachelorette. The weather, while stormy, was even great. It rained much of the evening and despite the occasional lightning and thunder that would cause the TV to flutter it seemed to cool the temperatures down, but only slightly.

When I headed to bed last night I was still revved from the finale. While she didn’t choose the guy I had predicted, I honestly don’t think she could have gone wrong either way. There I laid wondering if I would ever fall asleep. The temperature in the house was unbearable. Before long I was fixated on it and it seemed no amount of day dreaming I was in a bikini in Alaska seemed to cool me down. I toss. I turned. I opened windows wider. I turned the ceiling fan up a notch. Nothing was working. The last time I let myself look at the clock was 11:50. Needless to say I am tired today.

Now you are maybe wondering what the countdown is for. In 18 days I close on my townhome. My townhome has air conditioning. In 18 days I will be sleeping there…. in my townhome… with the air conditioning blasting.