The weather service said is was only 55°F (not quite 13°C) on the walk back form the Metro, but it felt colder. My unlined Goretex rain jacket was not adequate, and I was glad to find a pair of fleece-type gloves I'd forgotten I had in the pockets.
Honestly, 90°F in April and 55 in May. I want a refund on this bogus weather. Spring is usually my favorite time of year.
I shudder to think of what this is doing to the local fruit farms. Local strawberries are usually a big thing in June. And it's too cold to put in tomatoes, which would normally be growing well by now.