Sometime Wednesday a front is due to push through and get us back to more normal temps and I, for one, can't wait.
Much more so than either Knoxville or Atlanta, Indianapolis has four fully fleshed-out seasons. Summers are hot and sticky and winters are, well, cold and wintry. By the end of either season I'm well sick of the heat or the cold, no matter how I'd been looking forward to it at the start of the season (I'm ready for some snow now, actually, but it's still months away.)
The payoff though, is the weather in spring and fall is generally glorious and there's a good stretch of it in both seasons, unlike the abbreviated versions found in more extreme climates. I'm gonna bask in it while it's here.
*Man, when'd summer get so short for the kiddos? I seem to remember that summer vacation ran from Memorial Day to Labor Day when I was a kid, but nowadays they've been back to school for weeks already.
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