Sixty-four degrees in Lincoln today. Enjoy this ridiculous winter while you can, folks. But know what we’re dealing with here: By mid-July, highs will be 210 degrees, streets will be molten and sucking cars under like quicksand, trees and crops will randomly burst into flames and the sky will rain hailstones composed of mercury, Froot Loops and hamsters. Never mind cooking eggs on sidewalks; small children will roast to a lovely medium rare during a mere three-block walk home from school. Whether you look for explanation to the Mayans, climate-change science, Fred Phelps or chalk it up to the Earth offing itself at the prospect of Neutron Newt as president, this shit’s on now, man. But seriously, though, go ahead and enjoy today.