It's 65 degrees right now, on December 18th -- earlier today it was in the upper 70s. I've been wearing shorts all day, and I was uncomfortably warm in a long-sleeved t-shirt (vintage Revelation Records!) earlier.
I have a habit of assuming things are extreme -- warmer/colder/wetter/drier than previous years, depending on the conditions -- but I think this is pretty definitely unseasonal, even for Georgia.
It's all rather incongruous -- leafless trees and short days seem wrong with weather that wouldn't be out of place in May. I fixed pierogies and Hungarian goulash for dinner -- a hearty meal that would have been apt if it was 30 degrees colder. I'm meeting friends at the wonderful Brick Store Pub later tonight; a perfect pub for a cozy beer on a cold day. I know the northerners won't be sympathetic, but I kind of like my winters cold. Bring on some snow -- I'm disoriented here.