It's chilly out here on the office deck tonight. This is the third night in three weeks where I've said to myself, "this is prolly the last cold night we'll have".
8c is hardly life-threatening, but I'm double-layered, hoodied, and blanketed out here tonight.
It does seem that one aging effect is poor bodily thermal regulation. But still, wtf, man, it's the Ides of May in central Virginia.