While the title of this transmission could be that of a poem, it is merely a statement of fact. While outside our library, the sun beats down and the humidity increases its intensity to a Real Feel (TM) of something over 100F (38C), in the office I'm wearing a sweater, long sleeved shirt, suit jacket, and knit cap. I wish I had gloves because my hands are going numb from typing. There's a constant chill wind coming from elsewhere in the library's drafty halls and it's blowing directly across me as I write this. I'm freaking freezing, yall. I am not having a good time.