The ninth of January shouldn’t feel like spring.
Yesterday, temperatures in Charm City reached the mid-seventies.
Right now, as I write this, it’s about sixty-five. It’s drizzly. It’s windy. It’s sixty-five.
On January 9th.
Yesterday, the grounds crew were hard at work at the office, mowing the lawn. It was odd to see guys and their mowers, hard at work, on January the 8th.
Global warming? No idea.
You know what? I feel sorry for the little kids this winter. I really do. I loved the thought of snow days when I was in elementary and junior high. I’d hope for snow every damn day. Global warming is taking away snow days. That’s a tragedy. A damn shame.