It was something like 80 degrees here earlier this week. As I’m writing this, it’s now 44 degrees outside. Apparently autumn occurred sometime between the hours of 2 and 5 AM the other day, and now it’s just going to start being winter. Ain’t climate change grand?
I do prefer being cold to hot, though, this this weekend’s turn of climatological events is still in my favor. Case in point, it’s perfectly reasonable to have a fire when it’s below 40, so that’s just what we did. And now I’m roasting today’s drumstick anklets — which, by the way, weren’t quite the best choice for a delightfully cool Saturday afternoon — by the fireplace, enjoying the fact that it’s not 80 degrees outside.
Yeah, I’ll take that without a single complaint, every time.
Puddintopia 