It’s August, I’m in Georgia, and I’m desperately sipping hot chocolate in front of the space heater. Since shortly before Dann’s wedding (which went quite well, by the way), I’ve been living in the basement of a couple from my church. They like to have the air conditioning turned down pretty low, somewhere around FIFTY BELOW ZERO. The basement is even colder, and I’m a skinny guy.

It’s not so much the cold that bothers me. It’s the cold contrasted with the heat outside. I firmly believe that during the summer, you should be comfortable wearing the same set of clothing inside as outside. That is, if you wear shorts and a tank top outside, you should be able to wear them inside and still be comfortable. It’s annoying to have to put on and take off layers of clothing during the summer like you do in the winter. But the Powers that Set the Thermostat seem to disagree. So, here I am, mid-August, wearing jeans and carrying a jacket around with me outdoors because the buildings I enter are probably going to be so cold I’ll start shivering a few minutes after entering.

Such is my life.

I went to my church for the last time yesterday. I’m going to miss it; it really was the exact type of church I enjoy the most. We had excellent worship and a great sermon. I told my pastor good-bye, and got special prayer from the congregation as part of the “students, teachers, and administrators” special prayer time. I hope I can find a good church in the college town I’m moving to.

Tomorrow is my last day at work. I’ve been looking forward to this day for . . . well, two weeks now. Ever since I gave my two weeks’ notice the morning after my job interview. I’m not sure what the future holds, but I’m sure looking forward to it.