Not midday or afternoon, not yet: that's still warm. But the house's heat has started to turn on at night.
I was mostly at the house today, but this afternoon once I knew it was warm, I headed to the neighborhood park (Mt. Scott Park, where the community center and indoor pool are) with a book and my poetry notebook. Some more writing — I'm being fairly methodical with this current poem — some reading, and some walking. While I wrote, tiny bugs crawled across my notebook and rhyming dictionary. They didn't give input.
Soon, it'll be bundle-up weather. I can handle that.