It has failed to reach 80 again today. And by "failed", I mean that the mercury inched a couple degrees past 70 and then petered out.
When I lived in Tennessee and Georgia, folks who had never been to the Midwest, upon hearing that I escaped from Chicago as a child, would remark about how it must have been cold up there. I'd have to explain to them that, no, we didn't live in igloos, Lake Michigan was actually largely ice-free, and that Midwestern weather was basically nine months of too cold for me and three months of frying eggs on the pavement.
Not this year. We had a feeble attempt at a heat wave in June, but this morning the weatherman was making noises about "Coldest. July. Evar." and suchlike. Apparently all but two days this month have failed to reach the average high temperature, and one day beat a record for lowest high temperature that had stood since 1883.
It's been good for A/C bills, though, and I haven't needed to run the air in the Beemer unless it's sat in a hot parking lot for a bit. Also, a Woobie is a much cozier cover garment than my Royal Robbins vest.