It is April IRL.
And it is cold.
Which is so unfair. Because in the northern hemisphere, we should not have to be cold in April.
We had a beautiful day on Monday. We actually OPENED THE WINDOWS.
If you live up north, you know what a big deal an open window is.
If you are in the south, you are thinking, "What? You mean there are times when you would not be able to open a window?"
(I am not talking to the people who use their AC all the time. I am talking to people like me who like open windows and attic fans rather than AC. I have almost never used my AC, even when I was in the south. I used it only when my mom came to visit.)
It is cold. We still have flannel sheets on our bed. We have a space heater in our room. It is a Thursday morning - it is April 28 - and I am working at home, sitting in the kitchen, with the heat cranked up to 70 and wearing the fluffy pink robe my sister got me for Christmas a few years ago.
Primo is home, of course. He is no longer traveling to Florida thank goodness. I would like him to be At Work, but I remind myself that if I had to make the tradeoff between his having a job and Sly and Doris still being alive (and not magically converting into loving, nice people), his not having a job is a reasonable sacrifice to make.
Anyhow. He is home. I think the cat is out of the bag now that Primo is ultra liberal. That is important information for this story.
Primo: It's cold!
Me: I know!
Primo: It's not fair!
Me: I know.
Primo: I want to do some chores outside but it's too cold! They are not going to be able to take photos outside at the wedding on Sunday!
Primo: I hope they didn't think that was actually a possibility when they chose May 1 as a wedding date.
Me: I hope so too.
Primo: I want global warming!
Primo: I WANT GLOBAL WARMING!
Me: Who are you and what have you done with my ultra liberal husband?
Primo: I just think that if it's happening that we should get some of the benefits here.
Me [type type type]
Primo: Hey! You can't write about that!
Me: I'm putting it in my blog, not on facebook.
Primo: Oh, OK. I can't have that information out in public.