Neener neener

It's 76 record-breaking degrees in San Francisco at this moment before noon in mid-November, and the sun is blazing from out a cerulean deep marred only by the faint wisps of cirrus swirls. If this is global warming at work, I'm all for it. And for all the rest of yous bundling up against the autumn chill, think fondly on the fact that I'm wearing shorts and left my jacket at home.

I kid with the global warming crack, of course. So before I go catnap in a sunbeam 'neath the magnolia in the park, let us all take a moment to distress over the record loss of Arctic sea ice this season. At this rate, people, there might be no ice left by the time we die of old age. Seriously.