It just refuses to get warm here.  Yesterday it was warmish but also blowy, and overcast, and mildly humid.  Then last night it somehow got to be 80 inside in a matter of minutes.  At one point, I thought I could actually smell my feet but I think I'm going to pretend that didn't happen.  So we were all hot to the point where it's all you can talk about, "Man, it's hot in here," "Are you hot?" "Is it just me or is it hot?"  Then I, somewhat menopausally, got comfortable for a while, then rocketed back to uncomfortably warm again. 

Anyway, I've got a beef bc it's spring and every night the little 7-day forecast pictoral tells me that the average daytime high temperature for DC should be in the 60s then the next day it's 54 again.  Come on, I want to break out the short sleeves!  Apparently, I've been pumping iron all winter all for naught.  No, not really - I've really been doing those shrugs to get a big thick, ropy neck.  No, still lying.

Global warming is such a tease.