I just didn’t think I would still be living in the DC suburbs when it happened. It’s 1:47 AM on December 15th and it is 63º outside.
Sure, every couple of years we have a little warm spell at the beginning of winter – I think it Mother Nature’s way of saying, “Sorry for how much you’ll hate me in February.”
I know it is either a symptom of climate change, or just a warning of blizzards to come later – and both are bad.
But lord help me, I love it. I enjoy the occasional snowstorm, but in general, I am just not built for winter.
I really should just move farther south.
ETA: Even my cats are a little weirded out by all this.