Ahh, January in Princeton. It may as well be spring. The warm weather records are breaking. The buds are bursting. And my kids will be able to tell their kids that in the old days they trudged all winter through flower blossums to get to school. In strange comfort and confusion, all of nature enters an era beyond the bounds of memory.
January 3rd and it's 50 degrees Farenheit in Ann Arbor. It's really quite pleasant so long as one ignores the implicit climatic corolllaries...
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