It’s in the seventies today here in Michigan’s mid-thumb, and I’m wearing a t-shirt with the windows open. Woo-hoo!
Hard to believe that only two months ago I skidded my car into ditches and had to be pulled out by complete strangers. One event had the dubious distinction of happening around 1 a.m. on February 6—my 35th birthday. Those were the days of snow, snow and even more snow.