I’m having a hard time reconciling the fact that it’s January 7th and it’s 67 degrees. The Young Extroverted One and I are on our front porch. That ain’t right.
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I’m having a hard time reconciling the fact that it’s January 7th and it’s 67 degrees. The Young Extroverted One and I are on our front porch. That ain’t right.
Yeah. I was walking Alex in the Park a few minutes ago. It’s 60 degrees, I almost broke a bit of a sweat. It was 16 degrees last week. I am very confused.