
Are you yelling at me already today, seeing the title of this post? Are you yelling and shaking your fist, saying things like, “There are certain truths in this world. Peanut butter and jelly go together in sandwiches. Steak is best at medium rare. AND YOU ALWAYS PUT MEAT IN YOUR CHILI.”
Look, I hear you. I definitely hear you. Nothing fills the belly and warms the soul than a hearty bowl of ground beef chili on a cold winter’s day. But what about the days we’re having right now? Right now I wake up to crisp mornings in the high 60s. I get excited, slip on my fuzzy slippers, and bundle myself into a long cardigan, ready to wrap my hands around a hot cup of coffee, Folgers-style. That delusion lasts until midday, when the temperature outside creeps up to the mid-80s. Suddenly, I’m dealing with obscene amounts of foot sweat, and my cozy cardigan is a puddle around my desk chair. I really want fall to come, but, as my daughter Meimei so frequently says when in one of her whining fits, it’s not letting me! (She says that all the time to address a variety of frustrating situations ranging from tearing toilet paper from the roll to separating Legos. As her mom, I love her to pieces, but hearing her screech that phrase is like nails on a chalkboard sometimes.)







