So I wake up to the weather dude on CBC telling me that the temperature today will be reaching 19 Celsius. This is more or less in line with the past few weeks' worth of balmy spring days, and so I barely register the news.
I walk out with the dog and discover it's nowhere near 19. More like, oh, I don't know—three degrees? Definitely glove weather. But that's normal too, for this time of year.
However, as I gaze at the sullen skies outside my office (all right, technically the old spare room, which is now the wool room plus my desk in a corner), huddling in my thick woollen sweater, I'm pretty sure it's not much more than 7 Celsius out there.
Lying liars. I will get you for this, CBC weather dude!