Waking up to fog and ice encrusted cars, grass, sidewalk and fence is unreal. I live in California, I put away all the shoveling, scrapping, and bundling up when we moved here. What is going on?!
I can't really complain because by 10 am all trace of the ice had disappeared, the fog lifted and even if it wasn't a warm day it was very nice. We have turned our furnace more on this year than I can remember in the past. Am I just getting old? Do I feel for Rebekah as she hates the cold? Or is it really colder than it was?