14°C = 57°F
My best Christmas ever was in Belgium. We were supposed to go to Germany for the day to visit distant relatives. A blizzard closed everything and instead I got to stay in a bathrobe and read.
Now I would have to go and pack a bathing costume. I am not a fan of climate change.
As an American, I’m wildly entertained by thought of calling a swimsuit a bathing costume
I’m still holding out hope that this el niño cycle will pass and we’ll get a few more winters with snow and actual cold.
I mean, it’ll be a consolation prize before we all burn to a crisp before we drown and/or die of crop failure and/or die by super hurricanes and/or die of a horrible infectious virus that escaped the “perma” frost and/or die as society collapses around us and violent idiots use this opportunity to live out their homicidal fantasies couched in faux political rhetoric and/or the violent idiots in charge of governments nuke us all to death and we all die in multiple blasts and/or in the nuclear fallout that follows and/or the accelerated crop and/or societal failure as the remaining countries go to war over precious resources and/or the remaining livable land on the North Pole.
But, in all likelihood, we won’t get those last few winters because scientists are predicting this El Niño period will be inescapable and will only jumpstart the inescapabale warming period were barreling toward.
Merry Christmas.
I won’t ever forget how cold it got here last Christmas in Appalachia.
I closed the store for the 24th and 25th. When I came back the place was flooded because the heat stopped working and the pipes in the ceiling exploded. The entire store was flooded and I spent the day after Christmas pushing water out of the store.
I had to take a heater and melt the ice to finish the job.
What a nightmare.
