On Monday, a thermometer at the at RusSki Gorki Ski Jumping Center showed temperatures approaching 60.
The weather was a popular topic of discussion here Thursday, too.
I write that with considerable guilt, knowing a large swath of Delaware has been transformed into a glacier.
Sochi, on the other hand, has turned into Florida. I keep looking around, expecting to see a pitcher or catcher reporting.
The temperature Thursday closed in on 65. If it makes you feel any better, that's 18 Celsius.
Now, this is not completely unusual. Sochi, located along the Black Sea on Russia's southwest coast, is sub-tropical. It has more palm trees than people named Vladimir and Svetlana. Everything I read said the February temperature may creep into the 50s on occasion.
In the daytime, it has rarely been lower. Even on three trips into the mountains about an hour's bus ride from here, only once did it feel zip-up-the-thick-jacket cold. And that's where the Olympics may have a problem.
Doesn't matter how warm or cold it is down here on the coast, where the ice arenas are. In the mountains, where it's cooler but not cold, they've adjusted starting times, manufactured snow, manicured courses and scrambled.
Up there Wednesday, an athlete in Nordic combined - that's ski jumping and cross-country skiing - told me they had salted the course because it was slushy, and it had actually worked wonders.
We salt to melt. They salt to ski. The strange paradoxes just keep coming.