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…