It was a lovely day to sit around outside in the warm spring weather and drink bloody marys. . . wait. It's January 6. The cherry trees are not supposed to be blooming and we're not supposed to be happily out on the porch. But there you have it. I've only used 50 gallons of oil all winter, which is unheard of and it had to be nearly 70 today. Freaky. Wrong. But my evil self is enjoying the hell out of it.