When I left for work this morning it was 57 degrees. I actually felt cold. Not chilly, but cold, when I walked outside. This is August in Pennsylvania. It should be 95 degrees and sauna humid. As I sit on my back porch writing this, the sun is shining, there is a light breeze, and it feels about 70. It's like paradise. It can't last.
Tonight is Taco night, with our friend Nick. Nick just got here, and my wife is yelling for me to come downstairs, so I'll just make with the picture of the day. It involves a lot of birds. On a wire.