Something really strange happened the other day. It got cold. Like, crazy cold. It was 90 degrees in Howell on Monday, and then Wednesday it was in the 50s.
But that wasn’t the weird thing. As anyone from Michigan can tell you, that’s called September. The part about this that shocked me was my reaction to it. I stepped out on the porch to take Gunshy for his morning walk and was absolutely elated to have to turn around for a coat. As someone who has always been a diehard summer girl, I couldn’t for the life of me figure out why I was so stinking happy to be chilly.