It's Fricken' Freezing up Here, Mr. Bigglesworth

It's still technically summer, and already it feels like late autumn. Weather.com says it's currently 58 degrees. People are wearing coats. Coats, I tells ya! It's been like this ever since it stopped raining yesterday. No Indian Summer for us, I guess.

Don't get me wrong, I like cold weather. (If your body were this much an unshapely mass, you'd like layering weather, too.) It's just, sudden, is all.

Let me put it this way: when I, Earth's sweatiest man, can sit through an entire hour-plus Mass at St. Mary's, a.k.a. the world's hottest indoor structure, without a drop of perspiration, you know it's cold. And yes, I know that explanation was unnecessarily gross. But I had a point to make, dangit! It's really cold!

I'm going to put on a sweater now.