Before I hit my cool, cool sheets...

I only have one more week here in Florida before I move to Manhattan. I am getting sentimental in advance. Tonight, we splurged and opened all of the windows in the house and simultaneously put the air on full-blast to combat the invading humidity. Though it diverges somewhat from our usual Al Gore-ish ways, it is the most simplistic feeling of luxury to have your hair blown by an outdoor breeze while remaining just below 90% humidity. I just went in my room to get the fan going in advance of retiring to bed, and found that my sheets are deliciously cool. I can't wait to turn myself into an inverted hot pocket benethe my covers and battle with my eyelids while trying to finish The Cider House Rules. Ah, the fleeting feeling of summer freedom.

Meanwhile, these make for a happy Kate at bedtime...
















* Photos courtesy of the brilliant blog of the brilliant Katy Elliott.