Cold.

My youngest sister and I spent over an hour on my roof watching this crazy church guy hold a prayer group at the corner of Broadway and Swift. The group got broken up a lot; people would get pissed when Capt. Wacko would want to hold their hands and he would be forced to cling to the next passerby. I went in to grab and beer and realized I would rather be on the couch under a blanket.
It is getting cold too fast, and my roof, the Private Spy Observation Deck, will be closing soon this year. Ahhh, If I could only rig a heater up there.