Summer Cold

Oh man, I am stuffed up. So's Lauren. We think we caught a nice summer cold from Noah, who had a runny nose for about an hour and a half last Thursday and hasn't had a symptom since. There is nothing like a summer cold, especially since the last couple of days (excluding the morning of the Dream Cruise) have been eye-poppingly gorgeous and moderate of temperature. Catching a cold at the end of the summer has been an unwelcome tradition for me since I was a little kid at summer camp in Canada, where the warm days and cold nights conspired to ensure snuffling by the time I went home in August. I think that the actual discomfort is nothing compared with how incongruous it seems to be sneezing so much when it's 80 degrees out.

That said, late summer might be my favorite time of year. The weather is beautiful because the heat starts to lift a little, and I still get the wistful feeling of knowing that school is about to start and its back to structure for 9 months. It made all of the remaining days that much more important to enjoy. In June you're wasting summer days like crazy, but in August every moment counts, so you have to cram the fun in to them while they last.