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Seventy-Five Degrees.
That's 75. Degrees. Farenheit.
When I woke up this morning and turned on the news channel, it was 65 degrees. And for the first time in almost six months, I put away my coat and got out my light leather jacket. I got dressed without putting on tights under my pants. I picked out a nice thin button-down shirt. No hat. No gloves.
All the muscles in my body went, YAY!
I walked out of the house, into the shade of the oak tree in the front yard. I opened the gate, began walking to the bus stop. As I stood waiting for the bus, I turned my face up to the sunshine. It has been that way all day. When I went out for lunch, I was so happy I almost skipped down the sidewalk. I have missed the sunshine.
Which is amusing, because I am reading (again) Robin McKinley's mind-blowing novel Sunshine. This was a book I had picked up a couple of years ago, read it, and then lost it. I went for several months without it, then realized I needed the fix again, bought another copy, read it twice -- and lost it again. I just bought my third copy last month. And it never fails to surprise me at every reading. It is like a good episode of Buffy The Vampire Slayer that you sometimes forget about and keep having to find the DVD and watch over and over or the good bits might slip your mind again. Actually, it is exactly like a good episode of Buffy The Vampire Slayer. Only grittier. And the vampires are meaner. And the heroine is a sorceress.
And I also just realized that the book has a review quote from Amber Benson on the back cover. Which is fantastic. Also, Neil Gaiman reviewed it. And if a book can get rave reviews from both the author of The Sandman graphic novels and the actress who played Tara on Buffy, it is a really good book.
That's 75. Degrees. Farenheit.
When I woke up this morning and turned on the news channel, it was 65 degrees. And for the first time in almost six months, I put away my coat and got out my light leather jacket. I got dressed without putting on tights under my pants. I picked out a nice thin button-down shirt. No hat. No gloves.
All the muscles in my body went, YAY!
I walked out of the house, into the shade of the oak tree in the front yard. I opened the gate, began walking to the bus stop. As I stood waiting for the bus, I turned my face up to the sunshine. It has been that way all day. When I went out for lunch, I was so happy I almost skipped down the sidewalk. I have missed the sunshine.
Which is amusing, because I am reading (again) Robin McKinley's mind-blowing novel Sunshine. This was a book I had picked up a couple of years ago, read it, and then lost it. I went for several months without it, then realized I needed the fix again, bought another copy, read it twice -- and lost it again. I just bought my third copy last month. And it never fails to surprise me at every reading. It is like a good episode of Buffy The Vampire Slayer that you sometimes forget about and keep having to find the DVD and watch over and over or the good bits might slip your mind again. Actually, it is exactly like a good episode of Buffy The Vampire Slayer. Only grittier. And the vampires are meaner. And the heroine is a sorceress.
And I also just realized that the book has a review quote from Amber Benson on the back cover. Which is fantastic. Also, Neil Gaiman reviewed it. And if a book can get rave reviews from both the author of The Sandman graphic novels and the actress who played Tara on Buffy, it is a really good book.
