The difference a year makes

I already wrote about the main reason I left WWU. Specifically, the paltry excuse for summer I had out there. Well, it's been a year since that article and I figure it's time for a weather update.

Anecdotal reports held the summer of 2011 to be one of the hottest the area has seen in a while.

I didn't notice.

In fact, when it was a bajilionty degrees outside, I'd occasionally step out of my A/C bubble just to stand in it. Revel in its glorious sunny warmosity. The walk from the Metro stop to the office was pleasant, even if there was sweat involved.

It was, in short, the summer I'd been waiting for several years to have. And I got it. Boy did I. It was awesome. Also? Shorts! In April! April! How cool is that.

The calendar turns, and 2012 looms, overtakes, and drenches.

Apparently I've gone native, because I'm sweltering. It took a year to bake the cold out of my bones, but they've baked out now. I now admit that I live in a drained swamp, because I didn't really feel it last year. I can probably consider vacationing some place cooler and not wince at the very idea now.