Although the calendar said that Autumn officially began on Thursday, from an actual meteorological standpoint, the calendar is a big freaking liar. I take time off almost every September because while I’m not much for enjoying the great outdoors, I love the break in temperatures we usually get after Labor Day, and our average high for mid-late September is in the upper 70’s. So what did we get for official high temps on the nine days I was off this past week and a half? 87, 88, 78, 82, 83, 88, 93, 90, 90… and as I write this post Friday morning, our expected high for yesterday and today is 91 both days. The squirrels didn’t feel much like participating in their annual nut gathering operation due to the unseasonable weather, nor was I motivated by the summer overrun to fetch the camera and take any shots of them sweating to the heat index.
Hell, as you can no doubt tell from the lack of foliage, the picture above wasn’t even taken this week… or anytime over the summer. I actually took it in early Spring before the trees bloomed. But the sentiment of our Saturday Squirrel still rings true no matter the season….
Bad Summer! Bad!
Try to have a cool weekend everyone…