There is finally a chill in the air. Normally, I dread the advent of cool weather, but for some inexplicable reason I have found myself anxiously anticipating the arrival of fall this year. This summer was not particularly hot, but I’m just ready for it to be over. But I do detest being cold, so I’m sure that two months from I’ll be moaning about how I wish it were summer. How fickle are my weather preferences!
Here’s something I’ve been pondering lately. On this earth there is tremendous variation in temperature, from over 100 degrees to well below 0 degrees. Yet most of us humans are only truly comfortable in a very narrow range of that span. For me, that’s from about 68 to 75 degrees Fahrenheit. Other people who haven’t been spoiled as I have by central air-conditioning and cheap heating probably are more tolerant of temperature variations. But still, that means that most of us are either too hot or too cold most of the time. Kind of sad to think about it. Or perhaps I need to think less about my own slight physical discomforts.