It’s 58° this morning. That was the overnight low, and it is close to the forecast high for today. Not only that, it’s been raining all night.
I know I should be grateful – appreciate what we’ve got – but I can’t. It won’t officially be winter for another couple days, but I’m already sick of it.
I know there are folks up north who would sell the soul of their first-born for temperatures like this at this time of year, but I just don’t care. Starving children in Africa never made me want to eat my Brussels sprouts when I was a kid, either. I do like them now, but Africa did not play a part in that decision.
We had one day in the past week when the temperature here at the Boggy Thicket actually hit 80°. That only served to remind me how much I’m ready for spring.
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