I shouldn't complain, but . . .

I'm cold!

It's the end of May, almost the start of meteorological summer.  Just a few days ago the temperature was a blistering 97 degrees, but now it's a damp and chilly 52.  That's a 45 degree swing.  : / 

I spent most of the afternoon chatting with a friend and drinking hot tea on her deck.  As we talked, the sky grew grayer and dark clouds piled up overhead.  The wind picked up and we both grew so chilled that we had to move indoors.  As we watched the final inning of the Cubs game on television, we realized that just 35 miles to the east, the sun was shining brightly and the skies were a lovely robin's egg blue.

At least the sun was shining on the Cubs -- they won in the bottom of the ninth with a two-run homer.  : )