10/10/2026
The Joys of Autumn — Part III
Apparently, 71 degrees is not always 71 degrees. There is a warm 71, a hot 71, and, as I discovered this morning, a rather unpleasantly chilly 71.
I awoke reaching for my duvet, only to remember that the blasted thing was still tucked away in the cupboard. The space heater has yet to make its seasonal debut, while the summer fan remains plugged in, blissfully unaware that its services are no longer required.
And so begins the annual confusion. Do I bundle up or strip down? Turn on the heat or prepare for the air conditioning?
At this point, I don’t even know whether to enjoy my morning cappuccino or pour myself a crisp glass of orange juice.
Apparently, autumn has arrived, but nobody bothered to inform the thermostat.