Friday, March 25, 2016


Dear March:

You confuse me.

I mean, I live far enough north that I expect cold weather until ... well, June. But throwing the 75 degree stuff in there? That's just mean. That got our hopes up. It made us think spring-y thoughts.

It was even nice on Monday. Almost excessively so.

But then the snow reappeared just when people had to be on the road.

Not cool, March. Not cool.

I'm pretty fortunate. My plans changed but I wasn't trying to drive across the state. (Heck, my only wish now is that I had maraschino cherries on hand.) I'm a little concerned about others that couldn't get away before today, though.

Stay safe, folks.

And March -- cut this out.


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