It is June.  11 days from the beginning of Summer - the Vernal Equinox.  Typically, this time of year, in and around Chicago, one sweats.  In fact, typically, one has been sweating for more than a month.  There is, after all, no noticeable Springtime in Chicago.  I mean, one of our favorite complaints here has always been that we go right from Winter to Summer - with maybe half an hour of Spring.

Not this year.

Yesterday, the official temperature was somewhere in the LOWER 70s.

Today it will be cool and rainy - maybe even thundershowers.  It's JUNE, already.  It's supposed to be sunshine, followed by sunshine, followed by cornfields straining upward at an inch a day fueled by drenching sunshine.

It's supposed to be sunny.  It's supposed to be WARM.  HOT, even.

I'm supposed to be able to walk out the front door, in the morning, to get the paper without my nipples getting hard.  

Much less "other" effects chilly air can have on a man.  Ahem.

Enjoy the weather.

Ndinombethe.  Ubuntu.


Tara R. said...

Florida seems to have skipped Spring this year. I've been going on my morning walks at 5:30am to avoid the soul wilting humidity. It was close to a 100F high yesterday. I'd love for it to still be in the 70s.