A five (plus?) day heat wave in New England had us sweltering in the high 90’s, dripping, breathing jungle air. It ended with Hurricane Earl skirting our coast, pushed out to sea/Canada by a super-crisp blast of tundra-tinged air. Now, this morning, it’s suddenly cool enough to say it’s cold out– the coldest morning in months– and for sure, someone, somewhere in Maine, just flipped the switch and turned on the furnace.
DON’T DO IT!
I know it’s tempting. It will be even more tempting tomorrow morning, when the forecast has us down to 50ºF. But it isn’t time, and the sooner you start, the colder you’ll feel all winter.