September sickness

Sick of the chill. This is not the pretentious, let-me-roll-my-eyes-at-the-mention-of-pumpkin-spice-and-sweater-weather sickness. This is full-on "I'm ready for May" sickness. Let me plant a garden and dodge April showers, let's open wide the windows and clean with the most zeal I'll have all year. The thermometer hasn't dropped much below 60 yet and already I feel the dread of Raynaud's and winter weight.