I got up early this morning, and in the pre-dawn began pulling in cool 60-degree air into our warm abode. In short order, the temperature dropped 7 degrees to an agreeable 70, where it stayed most of the morning. Attired only in T-shirt and shorts, I was quite comfortable.
What is perplexing is that six months ago, in the midst of winter’s fury, with the thermostat set at 72, I would layer on the clothes and still be cold.
This is a strange personal phenomenon that occurs with predicted regularity each year as we cycle from summer to winter and back again.
I’ve never known why. One possibility is that since I like summer and dislike winter, it is a psychological response to my frame of mind—meaning that it is all in my head. I don’t care for that theory.
Alternately, claiming a physiological explanation is more palatable, but on what might I blame it?
The answer, I do not know. What I do know is that I like summer and am quite comfortable—and happy!
I wish the same for you.
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