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Old Man Winter gets the pink slip

A little flurry or two in Toronto the other night, temperatures yesterday morning just barely cold enough, for the first time this year, to don my gloves on the way to the subway.

It's January 11th and I still haven't needed to zip the snuggly lining into my winter coat.

Chances we'll be able to finally get a decent backyard ice rink in this year (third annual attempt): approximately nil.

On which note, Meg Hourihan, posted this splendid little epistle to husband Jason Kottke's blog:

Dear Mr. Old Man Winter,

Please consider this letter notice of your termination, effective immediately. Despite clear expectations and requirements -- January temperatures not to exceed 40° F, consistent snow and blustery conditions, minimum of one blizzard with white-out per annum, &c. &c. -- you have failed to date to meet expectations and deliver even rudimentary winter weather. A forecast high of 72° today in New York City is clear proof of your failure to do your job.

A replacement will be appointed immediately. Perhaps we will try a young go-getter for this role, someone who is willing to take on the many weather challenges of this magnificent season rather than rest on his "Great Winter of '02-'03" laurels.

Yours truly,
Mother Nature

Brilliant.

Which reminds me, if you haven't yet watched An Inconvenient Truth, please rent it this very weekend or, even better, sign up for your own free copy.