Not to go all Job on everyone (ever notice that Job talks about the weather pretty much all the time?), but the weather here is fantastic. It was cold over the weekend, in the 40s, and I had to shut my bedroom windows so we could turn on the heat in our house. It was a sad moment for me, as I try to acknowledge winter only when November rolls around.
But today is fantastic. It's in the upper 60s and I just want to run across a field in my barefeet. I just may do that, in fact. My birthday falls on a Sunday this year, so I'm taking today as my fake birthday. I slept in, haven't done a single virtuous thing all day, went to two bookstores and the library.
A marvelous birthday gift to myself, I must admit.
But seriously. This weather. I, like Job, shall call it "Fair weather" and declare it came from the North. Obviously, I'm directionally challenged and don't know my left from my right or my North from my South, but it's fantastic, no matter where it originated.
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