In fact, I watched a steady mist rise from the pool this morning as I got comfortable on the couch with my coffee. That mist was most certainly evil, dropping the pool's temperature with each vaporous emission, plundering the pleasures of my backyard oasis.
It's true we live in Florida where it stays relatively warm through the winter. But cool weather does indeed arrive, and once our pool falls below 75 degrees, as it will stay until March, nobody around my house is taking a dip.
"It's such a bummer," my daughter says.
I know, I know. Pitiful us. Our swimming pool doesn't feel like a hot tub at the moment. Clearly we're a bunch of spoiled brats. But oh what fun it is to slip into the warm water for a swim, or splash around with the family, or just float in the sunshine. It's a minor luxury we've grown accustomed to and one that's hard to give up, if only for a few months.