Yesterday’s high was 90 degrees.
Today’s high is 58 degrees.
I wore a sweater for the first time in many months today, and I was still cold while going between the front door of work and my car. I love sweaters.
I ran the heat in my car for the first time since April or May.
My feet are still cold from coming in from lunch. I must be related to my mother.
It’s days like this that make me wonder whether I like the chill of winter or the scalding summer.
I think the answer is: neither.