Applying the term Eleventh Day of Christmas to today seemed odd. The temperature rose above 60 degrees (F) this afternoon. If I had been blindfolded and had been in a cave for the last several months, walking outside would have led me to think it was at least late March if not early April.
This is just too weird feeling. While I'm thankful I don't have to drive in the snow, I really do miss the usual winter weather this year.