Though not quite this warm. I didn't take a picture; my hair's dirty.

Attila the Hub's close friend called from Ohio; he used to live nearby in the San Fernando Valley.
"How are you doin', Honey?" he asked me.
"Pretty good," I told him. "It feels like Christmas."
"Like Christmas? What is it there?—seventy degrees?"
"That's just about exactly right," I told him. "We have the sliders open. Why?"
"It's forty here," he explains. "And we're grateful it's that warm."

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