Is it really February?

Because it was just short of 60 degrees yesterday.  That's a California February, ladies and gentlemen, and in case you haven't noticed, I don't live in California anymore.  I'm still biking or walking to work every day; last year I wimped out an started taking the bus in December.  And it's not that I'm less wimpy.  Yesterday, I drove to the grocery store with my windows down and a light sweater on.  What is going on?!?

The danger in talking about weather in this house is that N will start talking actual science when folks just mean to shoot the breeze.  I find it entertaining when that happens.  The downside to having my man be a weatherman (which he hates being called, since it conjures up images of news-weathermen) is that I find myself thinking about weather often and talking about it more than the average bear.  Like right now.  This is a blog bost about the weather.  We need to get out more.