Don't be fooled by that pretty color. It was still like 80 degrees at noon yesterday.
I find myself idly discussing how nice it would be to live in Vermont, or maybe Maine, where it would be nice and chilly at this time of year.
Jason points out, each time, that I would probably change my tune by the time January came around. I don't think so.
I think I would have a fireplace and always wear sweaters like this one, the kind of wool sweater that there is literally no purpose for below the Mason-Dixon line, and maybe in January I wouldn't leave the house at all.
All that staying home would free up lots of time to read books!