That's the difference in temperature over the last 48 hours -- -22 on the way to work Tuesday night and 37 on the way down to Anchorage for dinner tonight. I'm beginning to see why locals wear flip flops when it's 40...
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2007.01.12
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Yeah, I could see where 40 would start to feel like a heat wave...
Posted by: Andrea | 2007.01.12 at 10:54 AM