I'm out on my back patio and it is 63 degrees out. I think it's pretty nice. The ladies on the golf course in front of me are bundled up, one going as far as having a towel wrapped around her face as to insulate a fragile area that may otherwise crumble and perish in this bleak climate. I think she was going for a Luke on Hoth kind of look:
Editors Note: That's the nerdiest reference I've ever made in a journal entry. Ever.