When I went outside this morning with Lucy, I was surprised to find the weather so temperate. And then the wind blew. I mean WIND. Pants flapping against my too-big thighs wind. Having a hard time standing up wind. Lucy's eyes watering from trying to sniff into the wind (hey, wasn't there a song about that?) wind.
The current temperature is 30 -- not bad really -- with a wind chill of 18 thanks to 30 mile-an-hour gusts.
And as an aside, is this proclivity of mine to write about the weather a consequence of 1) living in a city with such noteworthy weather, 2) genetic, from my mother's side, leaving me also inclined to write about the status of my laundry, or 3) something that happens when you start to get old.
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All of the above!
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