This morning the temperature was right around 70˚ when I got up. I went outside to read but only lasted a half hour or 45 minutes because of the humidity. (Of course, this is what I expected in Mississippi.)
Tonight we took my dad to an Independence Day picnic. Two women across the table from me had the following conversation:
“It sure was a cool morning this morning. I had to put on a sweater.”
“Isn’t that the truth! It felt like it was March.”
Overnight low of 70˚ with highs in the mid 90s and it felt like March?!?!?
Toto, I don’t think we’re in Kansas anymore. (Or Nebraska for that matter.)