Freaky Warm

I know, I know.  Usually, this is the weekend I usually start to howl about the weather--how I hate cold, how I hate gray, how I hate wind, and how there aren't enough kids with shovels for miles to dig out our driveway.  But it's scary to be in the middle of the first big weekend of the snow season wandering around in sandals.  It's seventy degrees out there!  That's just wrong.
And scary.  No kidding.