Damn Meteorologists

I woke up this morning somewhat cold. Flipped on the television and saw that it was in the lower 40’s. Cold, right? So I hop in the shower, go through the routines, and by the time I walk outside I’m wrapped up in my winter coat. At some point before I step out, I check the weather again and find that it’s going to be somewhere in the 30’s this evening.

Well-prepared boy that I am, I figure the winter coat is the way to go.

Halfway to the train, in a river of sweat, I realize that somehow the temperature has kicked up somewhere into the mid-50’s. People are walking by in short sleeves, bicyclists are whizzing by wearing shorts. And me? I’m walking down the street, feeling a bit like Glenn Gould.

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