To hell with 73 degree dewpoints.
To hell with warm fronts.
To hell with walking half an hour home carrying a 12-pack of Cigar City Jai Alai and a frozen pizza.
To hell with sweat pouring down my face and making my eyes burn.
Let me sleep until autumn.
It may be drier than yesterday, but 63-degree dewpoints still feel pretty miserable when you have a half-hour's walk home from the supermarket, carrying 20 pounds of groceries!
A couple of dustings and a little freezing drizzle in December, after that absolutely nothing, not even any false alarms, due to continuous warmth (dewpoints above 60 on January 8!!)
Edited to add: Dulles' *low* on 1/8/98 was an incredible 62!