One day earlier this week, as I was driving home from work, the thermometer in my car jumped up to 105. We had the air conditioner cranked at home and Riley thought he might die from the heat. This afternoon, it’s cloudy and gloomy and cold. The temperature is actually 62, but compared to earlier this week, I think I might need to scrape the ice from my windshield tomorrow morning. I don’t care so much about the temperature and how I might sweat my balls off one day in the summer or freeze those same balls off during the winter. I just want some consistency in this whole weather situation. I don’t think I’m asking for too much, am I? At this point, I’m gonna wind up investing in a slew of storage heaters just so my toes don’t freeze off this weekend. While running the air was the expense we were looking at over the summer, the fleeting thoughts I’m having about turning on the heat today or a little insane.