From this morning’s Post, a delightfully breathless story about how cold it was this weekend:
Many Washingtonians exulted in a sunny Saturday, but their delight came on a day that could also be described as the coldest since March.
But about eight hours earlier, the mercury had dipped to 35 degrees. It had not fallen so low since March 25, when it was 34. The 35-degree reading was seven degrees below normal and eight degrees above the record for the date, 27 degrees, which was set in 1930.
While I do enjoy a good chilly New England fall day as much as anyone, I also enjoy that reasonably temperate (aka bikeable) weather like this lasts until the middle of November, and I’m especially stoked for spring, which from what I’ve heard is actually a Real Season here, not some godforsaken mud/snow/rain event that happens sometime between April and June.
There are more concrete benefits, too. The combination of temperate weather and our row house apartment which has all of two dozen feet of walls exposed to the outside air also means that we haven’t had the heat or AC on for a couple of months and are basically paying nothing in utilities. Win all around.
The downside, of course, of the mercury never dipping below freezing for fully half of the year, is that there will be very little real, snowy winter weather. You can’t have everything weather-wise, I suppose, so I’ll just have to wait until the holidays to get a dose of Maine winter.
As recently alluded to, I recently moved from my Little Ancestral Village in the Provinces to The Big City.
Short version: It has taken some getting used to, but maybe not quite as much as I expected, and I am really loving it. (Long version after the break)