This is No Way to Run Winter…Or Is it?

Hate to fall back on a cliche, but I’m chatting about the weather today, specifically the fact that on Sunday my daughter put on her bikini and laid out in the sun on our deck for half the afternoon. The high the last few days here in good ‘ole SC has averaged 78. We actually hit 80 yesterday.

Isn’t it January? According to the calendar, yes. (Given that Mayan thing, though, I’m not really sure who we’re trusting on that score.) But here in the crazy state of South Carolina, we’re–as usual–leading the charge to protest winter. Rebelliousness comes naturally to us. (Remember Fort Sumter? You would, trust me, if you lived here.) So we’ve decided we won’t be participating in that most bitter of seasons this year. We’re too busy playing golf, walking the dog and frolicking on the beach. If you’re freezing your ass off in Jersey or Minnesota, sorry. Give us a few months, when the temps hit 95, and you can gloat right back.

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