Today, I crawled out of my nice, comfy bed, put on a t-shirt and jeans, then headed upstairs to watch the Vikings game. It felt surprisingly chilly and I wasn’t sure why until I looked at our outdoor thermometer. The number was nowhere near Saturday’s high of 66: it was 28. Yeah, yesterday was definitely the better choice for a leisurely stroll down to the beach.
And God’s birthday present is…
My older brother Brent works the night shift, so he called us while driving home at 8:00 this morning to declare that it’s 39 degrees on his 39th birthday. 39 degrees on January 9th in Minnesota. We haven’t had any sub-zero temperatures yet this winter. We are getting spoiled rotten and as soon as it gets back to normal weather conditions around here, I can only imagine how much people will be bitching about the cold and snow…
