In August, In West Virginia

There is much skin to be shed, at an astonishing rate, daily. There is much sweat to be sweated off. There are warnings from officials on days like today not to do anything taxing, as the temp. mixed with the humidity makes it feel like it is 107 degrees outside. (Fahrenheit, of course)
It is lush and green and lovely outside, I love the way the forest smells here. And so, here I sit, about to brave the outdoors again maybe, or to try and convince people to go swimming, How is it August already? Oh! the time flies. Preparations must be made to transport three young scholars (ha!) back north to their chosen university, how it will shake out in the end is any ones guess.

It is good to be home.