June Gloom has held over into July. It's overcast and chilly, not yet 70 degrees in the middle of the day. I have on long pants and socks. In July. I have a jacket on, for Pete's sake, and I'm having soup for lunch.
I shouldn't complain. I'm not, really. Just stating the facts. And the fact is, the warm weather is supposed to hit by this weekend. Before you know it, I'll be sweating, sleeping on top of the covers with the fan blowing directly at me, and doing some serious complaining.