I’ve just read the news that it has been the warmest and driest on record for the past five months. Looking out the window at the clouds scudding by at breakneck speed with the occasional fleck of moisture that is trying desperately to call itself rain while the thermometer on the deck tells me that it is cold, I find myself huddled in two layers of clothes.
The day began cold with a temperature of 5 Celsius, but at least there was a hint of clear skies when I went out to set up the battery charger for my truck – the battery died as I haven’t driven the vehicle in over a month. Being brave, or perhaps not so bright, I didn’t wear clothing. After all, at at 5:30 in the morning there is little to no traffic in a tiny town on the prairies.
I did remain clothing free while working in my office thanks to an electric space heater. However, the moment I stepped out of the room, I retreated to the warmth of clothing. It’s just that kind of day.