Kidding. Sort of. (You can taunt me later when I'm losing sleep about our empty reservoirs).
It's easy to be a bit giddy when I get to spend my Wednesday afternoon at my son's high school baseball game under a spectacular blue sky.
You'll be happy to know I had to put on a sweatshirt when the sun went down. If I'm going to be totally honest, I wished I had more than a sweatshirt, because I'm pretty sure it dropped below 60*.