Normally I don’t have too much to write — at least not that I think y’all might be even vaguely interested in reading. But this week . . . man. So I have a couple of posts in various stages of readiness. But today is such a thing that I think I need to get this post out — even before I post the very specific to March 31st post. (Okay, I missed March 31st anyway.)
A friend posted this at the beginning of the week
This morning I woke up in the wee hours needing to pee. As usual. I did. And realized it was almost 5:30 am so I might as well get dressed and go to the store since it opens at 6:00. I checked my weather app — looking for an excuse to just go back to bed.
It was 36F. Raining. Or cloudy, depending on which location for here you chose (don’t ask). And according to the hour-by-hour forecast, the temp would drop as the sun rose, to 35F by 7:00 and 34F by 8:00 and the rain would become snow for a couple of hours, and then gradually it would work its way up to the high of 45F.
And I kept waiting for the “ha-ha” (which sounds like Nelson from The Simpsons) because it had to be an April Fool’s forecast because it can’t really snow at 35F. Oh it can do something unpleasant, but that ain’t snow.
So today, April 1, 2022, it snowed at 35F.
This entire week has been an April Fool’s prank with Mother Nature yelling, “Ha-ha you little shits,” at humanity.
p.s. I went back to bed and slept until 9:00 and piddled around and got to the grocery a little after 10:00 which I will never ever do again even if it is rain turning to snow-like flurries at the butt-crack of dawn. But that’s another story.
p.p.s. I took a couple of totes of stuff to Half Price Books and got enough to buy a burrito at Chipotle so the day has improved from its very shaky start. Now I’m just trying to work up the energy to drink vodka and bling up a shirt I got for Christmas with glittery and glow-in-the-dark fabric paints.
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