Ridiculous, I know. It's in the 30s outside. Been in the low 40s and now slipping into the 30s before it drops down to the 20s late tonight. During this past summer we had almost 3 months of temperatures 100 degrees F or higher. It was a beast of a summer. Normal (and you know that there is no such monster, right?) for my memory of normal summer weather--a few years back anyway--was summers that broke into the 90s for highs, but not much above 95, and only a few days here and there. The nights might not get below 75 and we would have rain. And thunder. And lightening. And more rain. It would be steamy and hot. But not this past summer. For a little bit, I thought I was in Tucson, AZ it was so hot and devoid of ANY rain during the summer this year.
Well, all that has changed. Although we had like a day of 80 degrees for a high and a low of 70 just a week, maybe week and a half ago, our high yesterday was 48. This morning, when I got up about 6 am, it was 42. At 7 or 8 am it was 38. And drizzling. We had 4 inches of rain over Saturday and Sunday. That's the most rain we've seen in a 36 hour period for a long time! And we accumulated 6 inches of rain from the middle to end of November, so 10 inches of rain in about 3 weeks! We're delighted! We've prayed for rain. People have boat ramps over dry grassy areas since the summer. Well, until it rained recently. Now the earth is wet, but no standing water. No lake water up close enough to touch the pilings of their boat ramps.
So, I--and many others--are very grateful for the rain. And I shouldn't be grousing, certainly, but I'm cold.
No. It makes no sense to be cold in a house that has a thermostat that reads 73 degrees. Especially doesn't make sense when one is wearing several layers of clothing, one of which is a warm scarf wrapped around her neck along with a hoody. (No. I don't at this time have said hoody's hood upon my head, but I'm considering it.) There's a fire blazing in the fireplace, too, but unless I'm sitting or standing next to it, I'm miserably cold.
I have no right to complain, however. I know some people are struggling to stay warm with only space heaters--or less. It's supposed to get down to 28 degrees tonight. I pray they will huddle under lots of blankets and quilts like I plan to do in a few minutes. I don't understand my being so cold when the thermostat reads 73. I wonder about what the temperature would be at which I would turn into a block of ice? What would I do if I were ever in Alaska or Siberia in the winter? I think I'm beginning to feel a little warmer considering the alternatives. But it still seems ridiculous to feel so cold in my current circumstances. Perhaps it's because I don't eat whale blubber.