I put this day off as long as possible every year.

Finally yesterday I couldn’t take the chill anymore and nudged the thermostat to 64. Moments later, heat drifted up from behind my chair.

I turned it off as soon as the house warmed reasonably, but again this morning, my furnace is chugging, taking the 60-degree chill up to a slightly more bearable temperature.

Understand, I know this is what furnaces are for, and I’m grateful for a heating system and money to feed it. BUT IT’S STILL SUMMER. If only this could have waited until Monday, when fall starts, I wouldn’t grouse.

This post originally appeared on ourMidland.com, the online home of the Midland (MI) Daily News. Republished with permission.