Okay, this is a bit strange. Here I sit in North Central New York State with my front door wide open. (I'd open the living room windows, but I already lowered the storm windows!) It's in the 60s, and will be for the next few days. (Of course, there's little snowflakes on the seven-day forecast on tv...)
And back home, in Seattle? Snow. Cold. Those wicked words, "Arctic blast." Hang in there, folks. Remember this come March, when I'm whining about the cold, gray, brown landscape.