"Where the heck is winter?" - Asbury Park Press, 1/7/07.

I've stopped looking for it.

I'm happy to walk around in short-sleeved shirts, more concerned about sunburn on my newborn's face than frostbite.

Sure, I bought snow pants and boots and gloves and hats and heavy coats for the boys.

Sure, it would be great if they could wear them.

Maybe they will. Last year's snowstorm was in February, so there's plenty of winter left. Was the early snow Upstate merely a fluke?

Tim asked yesterday whether we could go to the beach but I had other plans. He still wants to go, so even though it's cooler today, we'll try to go. Of course, I think that the "beach" means "Jenkinson's Aquarium".