it's too warm for November but we're still showing up to the office?
As I'm writing this out, the skies are dark with storm clouds but failing to deliver rain to a parched prairie earth desperate for moisture. It's solidly 17 degrees C (60F) in late November, when the historical temperatures were closer to 8 C (45F). I haven't had a snowy November in 9 running, if my recollection is accurate, and I doubt there will be another in my lifetime beyond some freak storm.
Speaking of freak storms, we don't have them anymore! There's an occasional blast of cold air from the weakened polar vortex come time, but it is too cold to bring snow. You're just not seeing the moisture. Where does this lead?
I'm beyond the point of dreading the future. I have learned to accept our fate; why am I even mentioning it then? I'm shocked at humanity's failure to see what is going on and not throttling those most responsible. We are too tamed by our tasty treats and our screens. Where are we, failing to scream one another awake to the monster at our doorway, or the fact that we ran the car off the cliff and the ground is coming at us.
Eat the god damn rich.