Weather

It is the middle of August.  The morning in Northern NJ about now should be somewhere near 70 degrees. You know, saunter out in your shorts, enjoy your morning coffee at the picnic table and all.

Scruffy, as ever, head-butted me awake at precisely 6 am. It is 52 degrees out. Are you kidding me? The house heat actually kicked in. Heat. In what is supposed to be the hottest month of the summer.

Global warming? Think again. Global weather confusion is closer.