Summer in January

I have been warning Sir Pasty about Boston winters for some time now. I wanted him to be prepared for the artic temperatures, the weekly snow storms, the sheer grumpiness that takes over every Bostonian, and certainly the fact that the winters here can last from October to April.

But it turns out all my preperation was a total waste of time (and probably a crock of shit in his opinion) because it is January 6th, the temperature is 63 degrees (fahrenheit) and rising at 10am, and we slept with our windows open last night. We have had all of one snowstorm (if you can call it that) which brought 1 measily inch of snow that melted within a few hours. I can count on one hand the number of days the temperature has gone below freezing since October. Neither of us has invested in a proper New England style winter coat thus far, and I am still wearing my "spring coat".

This aint the Boston I remember.....

Call it global warming, call it unusually warm jet streams, call it whatever, but it freaks me out.