It's not fit for man nor beast out there, am I right?
On these blustery winter days, I love nothing more than coming back to a cozy home, smelling a pine cranking up the heat and... ah, heck, who am I kidding? It's like 70 degrees outside, folks.
Having grown up in the wintery wilds of western New York, an area where snow was fair game anytime between October and Easter, and milder-by-comparison Indiana, I sure do miss the cold this time of year. But it seems I'm in the minority.
All weekend, I was subjected to Facebook status updates and tweets from local friends boasting to their loved ones in less hospitable climates that it was in fact over 70 degrees on Dec. 1. As if that's something to be happy about it. Get a grip.
I may be alone on this but I'm sure hoping to see some 40 or 50 degree days in the forecast soon or listening to today's song, "Let it Snow! Let it Snow! Let it Snow!" by Ella Fitzgerald will feel awfully ridiculous.