...and then it was Christmas, a bright sunny warm holiday with a quiet city and crows squawking: the absence of muss and dearth of fuss were among the best gifts of the day. At dinnertime I tried to make a menu wish come true: biscuits and sausage gravy. A bit too spicy, after an intended hot sauce shake was more akin to a glub, but that’s what tall glasses of water are for.
I thought it was awesome for Christmas Day to get up to 74°F here. The dogs loved it too.
And the officials at Piedmont Triad International Airport, just across the Guilford County line from here, tell us it was the warmest Christmas ever observed, reaching 75°F, breaking the previous record of 74°F that occurred in 1955 and 2015.
So all that pleasantness allowed for a pretty brisk walk midday through multiple neighborhoods, and then I got out the lawn mower to knock down all the monkey grass for winter. Who needs a White Christmas when there’s yard work that needs doing?
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