This is one of the weirdest things about Maryland. Every year, summer lingers forever. When I got married on November 5th, 2005, it was seventy degrees out and perfect (especially with all the romantic leaves still coming down). This lasts so long, you forget that you actually live in a temperate zone… and then WHAM! Lazy winds and temperatures just above freezing.
Sigh. Back to real pants, I guess. The pandemic absolutely spoiled me on sweatpants, honestly. Comfortable, soft, easy on the waist… and absolutely unsuitable for weather outside of a very small range of temperatures. Jeans it is.
Moe Lane
PS: Because I felt like complaining about it and this whine is too long for Twitter. What’s the point of still keeping a blog running in this horrible digital post-apocalyptic hellscape if I can’t kvetch about things? No retreat, baby, no surrender…
Maybe it’s the Yankee in me, but have you considered long-johns?
Long johns are good – – so are fleece lined sweat pants, mayhap in a delightful red and black check pattern?