A word about the weather

I know it's wrong and unnatural, but I'm absolultely euphoric about the weather here in Zurich. This entire week has felt positively spring-like. Yesterday it hit 55 degrees (13 C). The historic average high for this time of year is 36 F. Something is definitely fishy. I have no doubt it's global warming and we're all screwed, but a small, ashamed part of me is rejoicing.

I'm not a big cold weather person. I chill easily. I prefer spring skiing. An accupunturist once told me I "run cold." Being from the West Coast, cold to me is, say, 40 degrees. Snow was a novelty. So when I arrived in Zurich last March to three feet of snow and snow showers throughout March and April, I began to worry. If this was spring, what would winter be like?

But nothing in the weather department has been ordinary since I arrived. August was the coldest on record and July was the hottest. January actually seems milder to me that August was. Oh, what a crazy, mixed-up world!