I obviously can't say for sure, but I think I like the weather in Bloomington. From June until August 1st (almost exactly) it was comfortably warm. August was too warm, but not like Columbia. And now, early September, and it's beautiful. Makes me want to listen to early Decemberists and drive through Kentucky on I-75 with my Gran. It's a thing. We're almost to 24-hour sweater weather. And the air, the world, smells big. It's weird: I tend to have a bipolar personality. I obsess and unobsess all the time, and yet, I'm happiest in the moderate seasons. Maybe I'm just too affected by weather and the extremes. Work is wonderful, except without school, I have no perception of the elapse of time.