It’s 51 degrees outside at the moment. Cold for a South Floridian, to be sure. But not so much by any other standard.
DS1 just came in after 5 minutes outside and asked for his mittens. Now, even though I would likely be wishing for the same – having adapted to S. FL over the past 14.5 years – it was all I could do to keep from laughing out loud at his request. My inner Canadian finds the suggestion that 51 degrees is mitten weather amusing.
I have a feeling, though, that I will get much more done today if I just go ahead and figure out what clever place I stashed the mittens after our last trip to Canada. I see a trip up to the attic in my immediate future.