What happened to fall?
When I climbed in the car this morning, that handy-dandy little temperature gauge on the dashboard informed me it was a bone-chilling 19 degrees?
Supposedly, winter does not officially arrive for another two weeks. Could have fooled me.
I hope this is not a sign of things to come.
Each year I find myself hating winter just a little more. Four months of teeth chattering frigid conditions. Swell.
Yeah, I know it’s the holidays and all. Spare me. It’s cold. I hate it. I’ll sing “Joy to the World” when I can break out the shorts again next spring.
When I climbed in the car this morning, that handy-dandy little temperature gauge on the dashboard informed me it was a bone-chilling 19 degrees?
Supposedly, winter does not officially arrive for another two weeks. Could have fooled me.
I hope this is not a sign of things to come.
Each year I find myself hating winter just a little more. Four months of teeth chattering frigid conditions. Swell.
Yeah, I know it’s the holidays and all. Spare me. It’s cold. I hate it. I’ll sing “Joy to the World” when I can break out the shorts again next spring.
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