This last July was the second coolest in local history, with an average temperature of 69.5 degrees. Which, is, you know, sick. At least it’s not as cold as the Great Freezination of July 1947, which was so cold that children actually froze in the city swimming pools. Yeah, I’m lying about that. But still, damn.
The general forecast for August suggests it’s not going to be hugely warn this month, either. I’m beginning to worry about the possibility of snow in September. At this rate, it’s possible.
Well, fine. Snow in October, though. It could happen.