Really? One day it's sunny and smells like spring and the next it's snowing and ten below. I'm no stranger to weather changes. It's everywhere. I am in it every day. I can't help it. I have to get from point A to point B. There's no way around it. I do not live in some eco-dome that would let me enjoy the 60-70 degree temperatures every day. Nope. Not me.
I live right here in the midwest. The place that has season changes four times a year. The place where the weather predictors have a lot of wiggle room if you ask me. I once heard a prediction that went something like this, "today we will have highs in the 50s and lows in the teens. With winds from the southwest to the northeast ranging from ten to fifty miles an hour. Seriously? What a nice job. Pretty much guaranteed to hit and not miss on that one.
And yet I'll hang on every word spoken by these weather channelers when I wish the weather they are predicting to be true. Like right now. When I am so desperately wishing to throw open my windows and smell fresh air. I cannot wait to sleep with the windows open. Time to get that winter dust out of my lungs. Tomorrow is the first day of spring. Ha. With highs predicted to be in the upper teens to low twenties. Yuck. Spring? Ya big tease.