I check. I do a double take. It can’t be May. It can’t be more than halfway to summer.
Was I just dreaming or were legs bared only last week? And I believe flip flops became involved.
As you can see by my extra-scientific, slightly weathered thermometer, the temp was hovering around 50 this week.
No big deal, you say. This can be normal in the springtime.
But consider this for a high.
With a wind chill.
I can’t wait for the sweltering 60s.