During the summer, we keep the thermostat at 74 degrees overnight. I’m cheap so I really wish we could keep it warmer. But we’ve found we toss and turn if it’s any warmer. A good night’s rest won out over saving pennies.
But this morning as I walked groggily through the hallway and glanced at the thermostat it said 73. Woohoo! Fall is coming!
My grogginess turned to as-giddy-as-someone-like-me can get (hint: my giddiness looks like mild excitement to most ).
As a girl who spent the first 26 years of her life in Michigan, Illinois and Massachusetts, these Alabama summers are a little much for me. The heat and humidity threaten to get me down all summer long.
But who cares? Because this morning my thermostat said 73. 73! Welcome, Fall.
How do you know fall is coming?