Back in Jersey, where the mercury climbed well above normal for winter, and it rained, like a Spring rain, this weekend.
Fortunately, because we already had three feet of snow on the ground at my place, it's now only down to one foot or so. So it still looked like winter on our arrival back, but didn't feel like it.
I wonder why the rightwingers who go on and on about how the winter weather we had last week with the big snowstorm here somehow proves that there is no such thing as global warming with their sarcasm and smugness, somehow thinking that winter weather in winter disproves the reality of temperatures descending every year so far in this century (the yearly average of course, though they seem incapable of that kind of abstract thinking, like, duh, it's cold in winter global warming must not exist) but the minute—or day or days or weeks or more—the thermometer rises to above the average for the season, sometimes way way above, they clam up, no word, change the subject, etc.
Just a thought.