To put it in perspective. . .
. . .
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!"
He chortled in his joy.
'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
We're gonna get up to 60 today!!! Err...or so they say. Sunshine, lollypops and rainbows (well, no rain yet, so no rainbows, but later in the week, perhaps). . . O frabjous day!