Okay, 2-days ago morning wasn't a record where I live, but it was the coldest November 13 in (my) memory. (I think I remember last year...) And besides, the heat was barely on today and I had to put on a sweater (jersey to English speakers) at work. You expect me to focus on how hot it was, like, a month ago? Or even, you know, trust the people who carefully take measurements every day, around the world?
I say, BAU until they wrest the controls from my sweaty hands. [/sarc]
Then I shed a tear for what we are doing (to my adult kids and the next generations, to the trees I've planted, to the rocks I've studied). We do that: cry over spilt milk, when we know we could have prevented the spill in the first place. (And then distract ourselves with all the times we did prevent a spot of milk from spilling.)