Hooray, climate change!  Thanks for making the temperatures hurl themselves from the 90s to the 50s in the space of a day!  Miri it is that we might get to look forward to bizarro-world weather swings like this as our new normal, and the phrase “wardrobe-planning” take on a new scope.  I don’t own a car and already judicious with my energy usage at home, so I’m not sure what more I can do reduce my carbon footprint that wouldn’t equally reduce my living standards to those of our friendly English composer “Anonymous” in 1225.  But at least I’d have pretty songs to sing.

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Miri it is while sumer ilast with fugheles song, oc nu
neheth windes blast and weder strong. ei ei what this
niht is long. and ich with wel michel wrong, soregh and
murn and fast.

Merry it is while summer lasts with the song of birds; 
but now draws near the wind’s blast and harsh weather. 
Alas, Alas! How long this night is! And I, most unjustly, 
sorrow and mourn and fast.