Well, because I like to dress appropriately for running, I listen to and/or check the weather forecast each morning. Twice in the past two weeks, by one meteorologist in particular, I've heard something similar to this on the radio:
Partly cloudy in the morning, full sun by the afternoon. Chilly, with a high of 40.What the heck? Chilly? After we've crawled out of the depths of despair, where we hovered at -19 degrees, you dare to call a high of 40 chilly?
I thought it was a one-time deal, but she did it again, yesterday. Has she already forgotten how gosh-darn frigid it was not but a few weeks ago? Seriously? A high of 40, at least to me this winter, is cause for celebration.And today? A high of 53 degrees? You just might find me naked in a bikini in the middle of the street. (God help us all if that happens.)