Whoa! I just emailed someone that it is 57 outside, but re-checking, I see that it is 55. Of course, it is just eight in the morning. And, of course, the grass still needs mowing AGAIN. However, I am happy for this respite and anticipating being hugged by the coolness when I go out to walk.
Yes, I know, come winter I’ll be longing for the warmth of 55.