Okay, so if you laid your head down in New York Friday night, wondering if this rainy, drizzly, bound-in-gray-days weather would ever end, and happened to sleep till this Monday morning, you'd think you'd been kidnapped and taken to Dallas.
87(!)
(yipes, where're my short sleeved shirts?)
is the predicted high for today.
Windy, yes, but also extra creamy warm.
(crap. I don't have a pair of khakis that both fit and are ironed. The ironed ones are too big.
)