Yesterday, for the first time, there was just a hint of crispness in the air. Not much, but some.
For the first time this summer, it doesn't seem ludicrous to be wearing a long sleeve shirt. I went walking outside and wore a sweatshirt the entire time. I considered the possibility of eating mashed potatoes with dinner (Bart would protest that the weather has nothing to do with eating mashed potatoes for dinner - I think he'd be happy to eat them when it's 110 degrees outside). My AC has not yet turned on today.
And for the first time in her life, Ella wore feety pajamas. I think she liked them almost as much as I do.