I have my windows open right now.

Despite the fact it'll get up to 86 degrees.

"Why bother opening them up when you know you'll have to close them by probably 9:00? And why, for Pete's sake, do you feel the need to tell us about this?"

Because I, friends, have become a Fresh Air Junkie.

I'm not some huge outdoorsman and, let's face it, when I spend a day inside on a nice day, I usually find it worse because of the intellectual, societal, you shouldn't be in on a day like this than any need to be outside in my DNA.

But I usually try to find at least a few minutes on nice days to sit outside with a nice book.

The bar exam changed all that.

And so now, having been cooped inside most of the summer, anytime I can get outside, I take the chance.

This has resulted in some pretty funny results. I find myself sick of doing problems or essays and decide to go sit outside and read for a while. I think, Gee, nice and quiet out here, no one out here. Then I realize it's probably because it's 93 degrees out and everyone else is inside with their sanity and their AC.

But, as I acknowledged, I left my sanity along the road long ago, and don't hope to pick it up 'til I'm heading north on 23 next week from Columbus. So, I find myself sitting outside, tolerating heat I normally wouldn't tolerate, just because I'm outside.

Not for long. I usually end up going inside within about ten minutes of my cold drink being extinguished.

But, for right now, I have the windows open and fresh air is seeping in. But it's starting to get hot.

Ah, well. It was nice while it lasted.