Tuesday, January 17, 2012

I Love An Indiana Spring

57°F right now, raining; thunder has been rattling the windows all morning and winds have been so strong and gusty that at one point, after an unnerving series of thumps and rattles, Tam and I looked at one another and decided to avoid the West-facing windows until the storm had passed.

It's still January, right?

...It must be. The meat-eating urologists are promising a dusting of snow by sunset.

5 comments:

Ritchie said...

Gust front. Watch for landers.

Bubblehead Les. said...

And sing a Hymn before Battle.

og said...

Meat eating urologist is just wrong, wrong, wrong, on every conceivable level.

I'm so proud of you.

LabRat said...

You will know it's bad if a west-facing window shatters; you will know it's worse if, when you go to investigate the damage, you find a pair of stripe-stockinged feet clad in sparkly red shoes sticking through it.

Larry said...

Pappy used to tell me that a thunderstorm in winter meant snow within ten days. I guess we will see...