One week ago today, we were at the ocean.  It was 85 degrees.  I was in a bathing suit.

In mid March.

Yesterday it read 28 degrees on my car thermostat.  This is the year of the most wacked out weather ever.

I am happy to report that we sucked the marrow out of every hot day last week.  It was refreshing to be blissfully naive, hoping that —  just maybe — summer started early.

Even if we should have known better…