Feels like...

J and I live in New Jersey. We've lived in other places, but for the last five years we've lived in New Jersey.

Today, it wasn't hot. Really, it wasn't all that warm at all. Not outside anyway. Inside, it got pretty toasty. It just doesn't make sense. Outside, the wind was blowing and some people had little jackets on. Inside, J and the kid were wearing shorts and had the fan and the air conditioner going.

The kid asked J to read the weather forecast for tonight and tomorrow from her machine.

J said, okay, it's going to be 67 but it'll feel like 70. Oh, and it's going to rain at 7 o'clock. Tomorrow it's going to be 78 but it'll feel like 86.

If i'd had a rounded palate, I'd have said... well, never mind what I would have said. Rest assured, it would have expressed my surprise and disbelief.

How does the machine know it's going to be 78 but feel like 86? And by the way, it's got to be 7o'clock right now, or sometime near it, because I had supper a while ago. And is it raining? No!

I'll stick with my own weather. It feels nice on the cool wood floor. When it gets dark out, I like to lay on the loveseat. Before that, I like the couch so I can look out the window.

Anyhow, right now, it feels like I need to go out. So I'll catch ya later.