This time of year, I should still be wearing a winter coat to walk our big dog Rodney. Maybe even some gloves to keep my fingers toasty, topped off with a knit cap – or as we call them here in West Virginia, a toboggan.
Shortly after I got home from work, I changed into some clothes more suitable for the weather. Here’s what I wore:
- a decrepit pair of tennis shoes that I’ve had for years. They used to be a nice, bright white.
- the black socks I wore to work (I know, I should have stripped them off because … tennis shoes. I was too lazy).
- an olive-colored pair of shorts.
- a sky blue button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up (I’ve been wearing it since I left for work this morning. I starched it myself yesterday evening.)
- My dark blue Washington Nationals baseball cap.
My phone says it’s 66 degrees outside.
The skies today are as blue as my shirt and the sun is bright. But it’s near the end of February. There should at least still be a chill in the air.
If the weather remains this way, I might have to break out my blue Crocs to wear with my black socks.
Don’t tell my wife. She’d just be embarrassed.