The last few days have been incredible. The weather is all over the place. And people around me are grasping for words. “October in August,” I just heard a dismayed friend’s assessment of the weather. “Exactly,” I responded. “I often find myself using such comparisons lately.” Used to seasons, everyone is getting confused. Comparing months far apart is the trick many people find useful. Which leads me to a quick calculation. January can thus happen in the eleven succeeding months. The same holds for February, except that ten months succeed it and one month precedes it. And so forth, all the way to December. All told, there are twelve times eleven possibilities for mismatched weather by month. Or one-hundred and thirty-two of them, to be exact. Even though most people are not likely to compare months close by, such as January and February, the large number of remaining possibilities will still lead to increasing confusion. Memories of “normal” weather will also fade rather fast. By and by, everyone will get used to the fact that the weather is weird, and that will be that. “October in August?” they will ask. “Am I missing a joke?”