So, midnight on Halloween in Clarksburg, West Virginia. All the time I lived here 15 years ago, on or around Halloween was when the cold really hit you. Whoa! Go back in, put on warm clothes and try again. Ice crystals floating around the street lights. Every year was like that.

I've been indoors all day at 68F. Time to go home. Put on my hoodie because it's going to be cold. Step outside and it's 73.4 degrees! At midnight. Very creepy. Wrong. This is 40 degrees above what I expect.

It felt like a Santa Ana condition in Los Angeles, only that phenomenon is understood. Freaky, but understood. Happens from time to time when the airflow patterns reverse in Southern California.

But here in West Virginia? No. This is bizarre abd disturbing.