Fifty-Nine!
Sixty would be nice. It's not much more than 60 inside right now (the nighttime temps still prevailing). Sixty would feel balmy and Florida-like to me, stuck mostly inside at the tail end of what's beginning to feel like a very long winter.
Fifty-nine, on the other hand, still has a chapped, windswept feel.
Before finishing this post, I walk out through the garage to pick up the newspaper at the end of the driveway. It feels pretty darn warm already. I can feel the difference in my bones. There's a skip in my step as I walk back in the house.
I try the phone one more time. It now tells me that at 4 p.m. it will be 61! That's more like it.
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