When I left the office tonight, it was 77 degrees, at 5:45 p.m. In November.
The weirdest part was that I had been wearing my beloved cable hoodie from Costco all day at work, and when I got outside I had to take it off. That’s just goofy.
Yeah, I’m more susceptible to weather than most, I guess. I blame it on Austin—I don’t remember ever being particularly sensitive to weather until I lived there and endured six months of summer a year, an eleven-day heatwave during which the daytime temperature never went below 100 degrees (and I moved halfway through it to an uninsulated house), and the clincher, a week of upper 90s in February. Gak.
Ever since then, I’ve been an impassioned hater of summer. Especially when it reappears in November.