I’m actually chilly this morning, nagging myself for not wearing a sweater. Yes, it’s 64 degrees.
On the other hand, I’m a little excited about becoming one of those southerners that I wanted to eviscerate when I lived in Minnesota — who whined about 50 degrees when the rest of us were shovelling two feet of snow.
(And I don’t even have to give up the one benefit — I have a fireplace! Ha.)