If I had my way we would roast gloriously in summer all year around. While I have nothing really to grumble about just yet as we're still playing around in the beautiful mid-to-late twenties, I have noticed a slight edge is creeping in to the mornings. This morning I noticed it was 15 degrees instead of 18 as I came to work. I realise I am being a bit of drama queen about it, but it's just the fact that I know that summer shall soon back her bags and go visit some place else.
However. All is not lost. I have a solution.
I shall start getting up later.