It’s barely mid-November.
The forecast says at least two more mornings in the teens with slowly-rising afternoon temps. This would be perfectly normal weather for late December. Every morning, first thing after taking care of the more urgent needs of dogs, I write the opening temps and voltage in a ledger book. I just pulled the current book off the shelf: November 13, 2016: 36o. November 13, 2017: 43o. I rest my case, Your Honor. This shit ain’t right.