Toasty

It's sunny and (warm?) out there today. The sunny part is valid, with the sun glistening above like a beacon of hope in what has been a long, wet, gray winter. We've had several days in a row now, with only a hint of cloudiness overhead. Yes Virginia there is a Santa Claus.

Now the part about it being warm is a relative term. The mercury actually topped the forty degree mark and I found myself standing in the sunlight while wearing a tee shirt thinking, "It feels nice outside."

I really enjoyed being able to stand outdoors without the skies pouring down buckets of rain on my head or feeling like I had to be bundled from head to toe with multiple layers of clothes to fight off the freezing cold.

As joyous as I was for these meteorological treats, I also found myself thinking, "when did I start to think forty degrees Fahrenheit was warm?"

Trust me friends this is not natural! I want to be like the people in San Diego who have to don a fur parka when the air hits fifty outside. Instead of putting on shorts at sixty degrees I should be thinking about putting on thermals.

Ah yes, but I must remind myself that summer is coming, and during those three days, between the rainy seasons, the thermometer rarely tops 100. So it's something of a trade off I suppose, my frozen butt cheeks of today will soon be replaced by sandals on my feet tomorrow. . . well maybe not tomorrow, but soon anyway.

Come on Spring!