Frost

So the local weathermen suck. Not that this is news or anything, but they totally blew it last night with the whole “it’s not gonna freeze” thing. I spent ten minutes this morning chipping ice off my car and taking pictures of the frost-rimmed grass in our yard and let me tell you, the dogs in my neighborhood were pretty pissed that they’d spent the night outside.

I’m thinking that “unusually warm winter” everyone’s been predicting is out the window despite our 70-degree Thanksgiving. Sometimes I think I’d like to live in a place with an orderly progression to the seasons, and then I think I’d just get bored.