The week of warmish weather is really throwing me off my winter game.
I can walk outside again and the boiler hasn’t kicked on in ages. I threw away the wreath, opened up the backdoor, and began eyeing my cotton cardigans.
Those of us in the Northeast are getting lulled into a false sense of weather and this is not good. It means our snow-shoveling muscles are getting slack, our skin is adjusting to exposed air, our monthly heating bills are returning to normal, our driveways are bare. We’re in danger of going soft and losing our hard-won winter edge. Hold on, fellow citizens of the North, keep your shovels sharp and your mittens warm. This is but a brief reprieve before we are thrust once again into the bowels of old man winter.