Tam said they turned off summer like a switch, and she was spot on. I went from "Doggone these west-facing windows, I can't turn the ceiling fan up any higher" to "Where's my hoodie and where did I put the electric blanket" literally overnight. Pretty soon I'll be
standing sitting on the vent in the bathroom while I get dressed in the morning.
Something tells me we're going to have a cold, hard winter, same as we had a hot, hard summer. I don't have any evidence to back that up; it's just a feeling. Plus the change is weird for me because I barely set foot outside between August 20 and September 20 -- when I got laid up, it was hot and humid and, well, Indiana in August. When I rejoined the land of the living, I went straight from the throes of summer to sensing that little bit of a nip without any transition. It's like the waiter took my plate when I was only halfway through. I feel cheated.
At least I enjoy sweater weather.