I should feel outraged about the mild temperatures around the Atlanta area recently. I think this is the mildest winter we’ve had since we moved here six years ago. Part of me is somewhat alarmed about the effects of global warming in our planet and wonders if this is proof of it, but I have to admit the guilt and worry haven’t taken hold, probably because I dread the freezing temps that Januray brings about; it makes the first three months of the year drag on forever.
Three atypical things I’ve done this month:
- Gave myself a pedicure on my front porch, in shorts and a tank top
- Cheerfully whistled a tune while opening my gas bill
- Took pretty pictures like these