Holy Crap, I Hope That Groundhog Is Right

I am so tired of winter. Tired of cold. Tired of snow and ice. Tired of mud. We had some 60 degree weather here for a couple of days (thanks, Global Warming) even though it was January. I think I could deal with that a little more often.

I would, in fact, like to live somewhere that it never got colder than about 60 degrees.



But, as T is so kind to remind me, those places have to deal with earthquakes, lava, or 6 inch centipedes.