Yes, ladies and gentlemen: that is degrees we’re talking about. Fahrenheit degrees. It is pretty cold; after walking home with C from Harvard Square, I can barely feel my chin. On our way home, we passed a teenage boy wearing shorts, and it makes me wonder whether I’m wise, or just really wimpy.
That is all for now – I am going to climb under many many layers of covers and enjoy that this is the first Friday that feels like a Friday in a long time!