Weather

Talking about the weather seems such a cliché; it's what you talk about when you don't know what else to talk about. It's something that just, well, is so there's no point in discussing it.

But I can't help it. First off, weather fascinates me. I find different weather systems and all their different components incredibly remarkable and interesting. I adore hearing all the different predictions and seeing if they play out as predicted. I even have a weather station strategically located next to my kitchen sink for maximum viewing (OK, OK, addictive surveillance is more like it) and a desktop weather program installed on my laptop.

Secondly though, this winter has been awful. So cold and awful and Superdad and I have on the most miserable of days researched different cities we would consider relocating (all of which are far, far south of here).

Given those confessions I'm sure you can understand why I'm unable to stop myself from telling you what the weather is like here today. It's warm. Gloriously, beautifully warm. No, not warm by a sane person's standards; no, no, we live in Wisconsin, we can't expect true warmth until April at the earliest.

But it feels warm. There are puddles on the sidewalks, I can feel the snow squish instead of crunch beneath my Sorrels, I'm comfortable in a couple light fleeces instead of my usual warm parka and, best yet, I was able to retire my car keys and dust off the double jogger so that I could return to walking the kids to school today.

Yes, yes, I know. Weather is boring. But today? No, it's perfect.