Before she headed to work, Stella dutifully turned off both heating and cooling systems, leaving me with importunate instructions to turn the A/C on before the house gets up to 79°F... not being a native Houstonian, she does not tolerate days like this one in which the temp ranges over 30°F from mid‑afternoon to midnight. Me, I shrug and doff or don layers of clothing as needed, but in fairness, I grew up thinking 87°F was a pleasant Spring day, and A/C was not turned on in a day that was forecast to peak at less than 92°F.
The subject of this post is for real. For two or three decades now, Houston has done without Spring and Fall. At most, those seasons lasted a week... if that long... and now they're effectively gone altogether.
How long before there's just one season here... Summer? I may live to see the day.
