After we kick on the air conditioner, I refuse to put on the heat. It was near 90 just a handful of days ago, and yesterday it never made it above the low 50’s. So, of course, it’s cold in the house this morning — it was 63F when I woke up, and slowly warming. Danica is sick of me complaining about it. The nice thing is today it’ll reach 78 and this weekend in the 90’s, which Clare and I are super stoked about!
If it’s not going to snow and I can go skiing, then darn it, I want shorts and t-shirt weather!
Columbia Gorge Dispatch 