I couldn't hack it last night and got up after an hour or so to put on a sweatshirt. It was so flippin cold that I had to do something. I am tempted to turn the furnace on for tonight. The day will be fine because it will warm up nicely while the sun shines, but the temperatures will probably plummet again when darkness falls.
In a typical year we try to last until near the end of October before we relent and turn the furnace on. Ideally, we'd like to make it until November first, but we never do. So, what in tarnation is going on to make me consider starting the furnace in the middle of September?
Just this: last night our house went down to 14°C (57°F) or colder because that's what our thermostat registered at almost eight o'clock after the sun was already up and supposedly beginning its work. Brrr.
So out came the sweatshirt last night because we still have only one flimsy, summer-weight blanket on the bed. And this morning found me searching the fridge for margarine. While I'm a butter sort of guy, I do prefer something that actually spreads on my toast on cold mornings as opposed to the butter which turns into a hard brick. And I said to Cuppa while we chattered our teeth at each other that this seems like mid-October weather rather than mid-September. Let's hope that we catch a bit of a break in the next month. Autumn is supposed to be a pleasant and enjoyable season after all.