There is cold and there is cold. Crank up the (Warsaw) radiators and the internal space becomes toasty pleasant. None of this forced air stuff, or thermostats that become a battleground for people who cannot agree on what’s comfortable in life. Did you notice that cool trumps comfortable most every time?
Outside? I can handle outside cold, so long as we’re not all sitting huddled over a mug of cocoa, in five layers of sweaters afterwards.
I mind Wisconsin’s weather less than I mind her residents’ fixation on keeping the interiors cool in the winter and frigid in the summer.
Oh, but why am I even writing of this… Today, we hit the nineties and I am over the top happy. As was she, the student outside my office window. Only notice the telltale signs. It’s fall alright. Pushing in on summer.
