(Actually it was Sunday the 5th. I'm just behind, as usual.)
Why, it's the first day of the year at or above 68 degrees, of course. This is just the second Room Temperature Day we've celebrated -- Young Son made it up only last year. We observed the occasion yesterday in the (now) traditional manner with egg salad sandwiches, although we were missing the Crystal Light. It wasn't the same without it but we soldiered through.
I feel sad that some places never get to celebrate Room Temperature Day. There's something magical about that first day you can leave the front door standing wide open without hearing the furnace kick on. Doesn't even matter that it rarely lasts more than a day or two -- it's simply an amuse-bouche for what's to come.
Or so's I tell myself, anyway.
If you have already experienced Room Temperature Day 2009, I give you permission to hold a belated celebration using your summer comfort food of choice, but don't go getting all cocky now. Rest assured, there's more cold, wet weather on the way.