It’s 80 degrees out. Eighty. Degrees. Out. It’s 80 flippin’ degrees at 5:00 in the flippin’ evening.
I think we just skipped spring and went straight from winter to summer. That happens in New England. But then again, it is New England and next week it could be freezing again. Or maybe not. After seven years of living here, I still haven’t quite figured out this northeastern weather stuff.
But that doesn’t matter right now. Because it’s 80 degrees outside. I just enjoyed a lovely walk in the sun. I didn’t see any snow on the ground. It’s very quiet around here, and I’m very happy at the moment. I’ve got BBQ chicken in the oven and a cold Guinness at my side. Life is good. Life is always good if you just let it be so.
Sounds like a GOOD day . . . I’m glad for you.