To elaborate on something I Tweeted last evening:
So yesterday morning it was 16 degrees, and now it’s 61 (according to my car)? What is this, the End Times or something?
Then, just a few minutes ago, I opened the window to my office. Set aside the miracle that for the first time in my adult life I actually work in a building where you CAN open a window — I had never before experienced that blessed freedom — but what about this weather?
It’s weird…
Climate change is real. More than 95% of qualified scientists agree. Let’s do a whole lot more than we’ve been doing, folks!
Of course tomorrow, when I’m scheduled to ring the bell for Salvation Army again for two hours, it’s going to be about 40. And raining.
You knew I’d find something to complain about, didn’t you?
It’s getting you in shape for Merrie Olde Englande!
I asked the guy who’s in charge of our building about that once. He told me if anyone could open the windows, they wouldn’t be able to control the moisture in the building and all of our paper would be sopping wet. But somehow I doubt all paper was wet before buildings started sealing windows. I mean wouldn’t we have heard about the Age of Wet Paper?