...F, of course.
By the time I got to work this past Thursday, Accuweather tells me that the high for the day was 97°F for this part of New York.
At five AM, Sunday -- weather.gov told me it was 56°. I don’t know if this is the new normal, but this is not normal.
Summer was hot; August was generally heavy like a damp gym sock, but “the Nineties” was occasional-enough that you could actually mark occasions with it (“Remember that day, about two years ago, when it was, like... 95°F?”).
Now we count them. Now, we stack 90+ days up like baseball cards.
Seventy hours, forty-one degrees.
That ain’t right.