The weather has gone completely squwonky. I know this because I consulted my favorite weather expert–me.
It’s March, which means we should expect changing weather. And, boy oh boy, do we have it.
One minute it’s beautiful, the next we’re mid-snowstorm. One moment we have light, wafting breezes, the next the wind and rain are auditioning for the role of “Tornado” in The Wizard of Oz.
Today we have a monsoon. AND allergy season. How is that even possible? I have no idea, but here in the Ohio Valley, it’s happening.
I consulted the Puppy to get his views on the matter.
It will not surprise you to learn that he thoroughly disapproves of weather extremes. A little bit of rain or dew enhances the sniffing experience, but beyond that the trade-off of being wet (“And you taking too long to wipe my paws. Put that in there too!”) isn’t worth it (“Of course not. You take too long to dry me. I have toys to play with and naps to take. I’m BUSY, woman!”).
The prediction is for gorgeous (mid-60s) weather the next few days and then several inches of snow on the weekend.
So basically, “March” means “time to wear galoshes rather than suede boots.”
I’m making a list of indoor chores for the weekend.