As I stare at my thermometer, which reads 8°F, what can I say except WELL, DUH!
Stupid woodchuck – go back to sleep.
Off the top of (and possibly out of) my head – one item, observation, kvetch, or whatever reflected upon
Wait – it's February?
We made it out of January?
Oh, thank goodness. I thought that stupid month was never going to go away.