Not that I was all that skeptical before, but now I believe in global warming.

As I’ve been sitting here on the couch in New York City today, January 6, I’ve had the windows open to balmy breezes of 70 degrees. That alone was a little spooky.

But what really did it was first, about an hour ago, the smell of lighter fluid, which it took me a minute to place. And now, the distinct smell of meat cooked over fire. My neighbors are having a barbecue in January.

To counteract these evil forces, I just drank a glass of eggnog.