It was 65 degrees here in Philly today.
[Pause for effect.]
OK, let's give that some perspective:
Saturday & Sunday, Philadelphia, Pennsylvania - Nasty, raw, winter storm dumping 12 inches+ of snow on the city of Brotherly Love
Thursday, Philadelphia, Pennsylvania - Sixty FIVE degrees
So all that snow that we labored and shoveled into big ole heaping piles on Sunday? Gone. Toast. VAPORIZED.
Oh, and by the way:
Thursday, Orange, California - Sixty FOUR degrees
[Happy dance time!]
I flew to Ohio for lunch yesterday. That always seems weird to me. Going to New York on the train for lunch or a meeting doesn't seem weird, but getting on a plane to do the same thing does. Don't ask me why.
But. I did that. And flew back. Gary was on call, so I just went to the hospital from the airport. We went to Caribou Cafe for dinner - it's a little French bistro just up the street from the hospital. We split a crab cake to start; I had cassoulet and Gary had roast duck. It was tasty, but not one of their best offerings.
We went back to the on-call room and I did my usual: I change into a pair of scrubs, pull out my pillow and a blanket, and fall asleep on the floor in front of the TV. There are two couches in the living room, but I don't like them, so I lie on the floor. And fall asleep. Every time. I vaguely remember watching some skiing, but other than that - zzzzzz.
Here is a story/pictorial that you should definitely check out. (Hat tip: Tim Blair via Lileks). As Tim writes:
Nothing much to see here. Just a nice house. Newly built. Big garage.