We’re all talking about it but nobody’s doing anything about it.
It’s freezing cold and then it’s hotter than the hammered-down hinges of Hell.
Schools here were closed for snow last week, but it turned out they were just closed for rain.
I kept buying coffee for the weather, just in case, but I kept drinking it, so I guess it’s just as well I didn’t get snowed in.
A special gift from Old Man Winter is the dry air, leading to the inevitable eczema flare up, which this year is on the side of my right foot. It’s flaking off in dime-sized patches and I should leave it alone, but I am not that person.
I am, however, the person who is nearly finished making a sweater and might skip around the block when it’s done.
And I am the person who has to turn off the computer at 10, because of Lent.