It will change...

"If you don't like the weather here in the wastelands, wait a few minutes it'll change."  Or as my dad says, "The weather will either get better or worse by noon."

Sunday, mid-February and we've cancelled the Serenity game session this afternoon due to cold, inclement, snow, and wintry conditions.  On Friday Cortana tells me to expect a high temperature of 21°c/70°f.   Mother Nature is a fickle bitch.  I wish she'd make up her damn mind.  Granted, we haven't had a lot to complain about this winter.  However, that ain't likely to stop me from whinging about it.   The two-week forecast shows temperatures from sub-freezing to mild and spring-like.  Gah.  Tired of this nonsense.  Give me those warm summer days with low humidity and balmy sea breezes.  I'll even put up with hurricanes.  At least you know they are coming.  Here in tornado alley I have a sneaky suspicion that we, the collective we, meaning the wastelands of middle America may be in for a rough twister season this year.  I haven't seen any NWS or NOAA predictions, nor read the Old Farmers Almanac , or even spoken with old farmers about the weather.  

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Well, it ain't much, but it is still an entry.

Thanks as always.

See you tomorrow.