Not sure why people have such fond things to say about Summer. It is hot and muggy and often far too bright.

Not. Cold. Not shivering my butt off, wishing I had one more sweater I could put on. My toes aren't cold. They actually look like living toes instead of grey zombie toes. This is the only time of year when I am wonderfully, blissfully not cold.

That's what I like about it, anyway.