It’s like Spring break outside; not Winter break. 44 degrees! And NO SNOW!
Some are blaming global warming. Others a cyclical fluke. And yet others “just my luck.” Either way, it’s probably a warm enough winter that we’ll be telling our grandkids about it. “When can we train for the Birkie?” worry all my fit athletic friends.
Warming up the kitchen with long stretches of baking remains enjoyable this winter; it just doesn’t seem as necessary when I can crack open the window comfortably. But being able to do so is definitely something I am grateful for.