This morning the temperature was 68 degrees F. I had on several layers and big socks. The sun has just set and it’s freezing once again. I am wearing a cotton sweater over my shirt and so is Jim. Now it’s about 74.
In the back yard, I have eleven feral cats who come in and out to eat. They are tough little things, but most of them survive less than a year. They won’t let me pet them (except for Joey) and they even avoid each other except to have sex or argue. Right now three of the regulars – Joey, Cal and Fluff, are all curled up one on top of the other for warmth.
People on the streets are wearing jackets.
None of our fans are going.
One of my friends went shopping today for a space heater.
Our houses are made of stone and the hard, cold tile floors feel like ice. I am drinking hot tea.
It’s been this way for several days, following a torrential rainstorm that emptied buckets of water blown sideways by high winds. It was blowing rain right into our front door and the window on the street facing south.
After that, the humidity was drained out of the air and the temperature stayed down. It’s been cloudy and breezy and cold.
Just a month ago, we had about a month of temperatures 102-105. It was unbearable, and it was late Fall. It’s amazing how we get acclimated to the heat, even while trying our best to dodge it.