Oh, the joys of being a Minnesotan.
We were lucky enough to be treated to an unseasonably warm Saturday this past weekend. It was in the upper sixties. In November. It felt balmy, it felt springlike, it felt…
…especially cold Sunday when the temperauture dropped forty degrees and snow flurries started falling.
But it’s November, it’s Minnesota, and millions of people in less land-locked parts of our country have far worse weather related woes right now. So I won’t complain; I’ll cope.