Not really, but close enough, I guess. Grumble.
Seriously, the first low in the 20s not until December 3? What ever happened to freak, lake-effect blizzards reducing visibility to the fog filming (neither swanky noir yarns nor porn but, sadly, the boring kind of film) your spectacles, village-smothering avalanches turning thousands of sky fairy-fearing yokels into life-size popsicles (tastes like grape) and vast Yeti swarms able to pick and choose from acres of frozen human treats? O, sweet days of yore, verily we call unto thee, deliver us from warm, technological evil. Amen.
"Aw, fuck, I wish I had a gun."
"You're the one who wished for no more technology, hippie."