Someone once told me a story about during a Midwest winter, they got so drunk that the next day they woke up in Sierra Vista, Arizona and couldn't remember how they got there. That's kind of what I felt like this morning, minus the being drunk part. It was 51 F on my commute into work this morning on Dec 13th. I didn't even have to wear a jacket, gloves, or a hat that covered my ears. Yesterday, it was 8.0 F. I think I'll go swimming after work today!