We're supposed to hit 70 degrees today (20 or so for my celsius friends). 70 during a month where the maximum average temperature should be around 40 (4 celsius).

This has been the warmest New York City winter I can remember. Four years ago I literally froze my ass off on January 10th. It was so cold that day, icy cold, and I was convinced that all my extremities were going to break off. It's one of the reasons I hate winter and wish I could migrate south like the birds every year. So far we've only had four icy days since the start of our winter.

Trust me, I complain not. I'd much rather have this kind of winter than our usual one. It's a little worrisome with regards to the ozone and all, but since I can't do anything about it at the moment I'm going to take myself into the city and enjoy what will probably be the warmest day of winter.