I don’t love the heat. I like to visit it, sit on the beach (or better, float in the ocean) and enjoy the oppressively hot weather. But I don’t like to live in it. Try to work and cook dinner and do laundry in it. We have air conditioning, thankyouJesus, and really, my enjoyment of summer ran out of steam a few weeks ago. My garden is overgrown. My zucchini are huge because I just don’t go out there to pick them before they become clubs. I’m ready for fall. All that’s left to do, I guess, is have a frosty adult beverage and wait. Join me, will you?