Summer in the Central Valley is the same every year yet every year it seems to take me by surprise. Yesterday was 103* and today is supposed to be 101* which means by 7:00am it's already hot as hell. This means that I'm grumpy unless I'm sitting still in the 73* house or unless I'm in the pool. It means I'm screaming, "SHUT THE DOOR!" to one of the three kids at least 80 times a day. It means the car is 160* when the kids climb in before I get in and blast the air and they all complain more than I do. It means the ice in my Venti iced skinny caramel machiatto melts before I get to my destination. But it also means we're closer to Fall than we've been since this time last year and that, my friends, is what I'm clinging to.