We had only been on the interstate for a few miles when I noticed the little maskless heeler, laying there on the seat, panting.

Already had the fan on full, and the vent on full cold. And she was right. It was still too warm. So I turned on the air conditioning. Only the second time this year (first time was last weekend).

After a few miles I happened to glance at the thermometer. The one that shows the outside temperature.

55 degrees.

Yep, we're so used to winter and snow that 55 degrees warrants air conditioning.