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.
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Gust front. Watch for landers.
And sing a Hymn before Battle.
Meat eating urologist is just wrong, wrong, wrong, on every conceivable level.
I'm so proud of you.
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.
Pappy used to tell me that a thunderstorm in winter meant snow within ten days. I guess we will see...
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