I'm in Southern CA for Thanksgiving. It's a bit...ah...warmer than upstate NY. This will provide me with an excellent opportunity to engage in what my family dubs "weather sadism" ("Did I mention that it was ninety degrees on Thanksgiving Day?").
In other news, a cross-country plane flight provided a convenient opportunity for reading Hilary Mantel's Wolf Hall, about which I'll have a post sometime tomorrow.
Which way is the weather sadism directed? Is 90 degrees at the end of November good or bad?
Posted by: R Lapides | November 24, 2009 at 11:26 PM