What more can you say when it is 70 degrees on Christmas Eve in DC.
Oh, and it was muggy to boot.
Take one El Nino and one Climate Change and call me when winter really gets here? If ever. I bought a new blade for my snow shovel a few weeks ago. Apparently, I jinxed winter. Next year I am buying a snow blower in November.
During the afternoon I jumped on the Cross Check for a spin around the neighborhood. In shorts.
During my 30 mile jaunt I saw a runner in shorts. And shoes. And nothing else.
I saw kids playing on swings. In shorts and t-shirts.
I saw big fluffy dogs looking decidedly unhappy about the warmth.
I saw a blond squirrel. My first one. Ever. It was the color of a golden retriever. I tried to get its picture. It ran away.
Go ask Alice.