Trevor woke up early this morning to go running, but burrowed back under the covers when he heard the wind howling outside. It was a brisk 64 degrees when I finally got up to start the coffee. Thankfully, power was still on for the electric kettle.
Yes, it's the dead of winter here, and that is Just OK with me. Chilly in the morning, but by afternoon it will be hotter here than many places in the US.
Flipping through a NY Times from March, I came across a photo of a car piled several inches high with snow and ice. I'll take this winter weather, thanks. Not looking forward to scraping windshields again.