Christmas Day was mild and lovely, a little hint of Spring. Every day since, it has rained, varying from drizzle to downpour; when it isn't raining, it's about to and looks it. The weather is growing increasingly unhinged, with floods overnight, freezing rain just to the north and a band of heavy rain sweeping into Indy as I type, with high wind warnings in its wake.
The rest of the country is having their own versions of crazy weather, none of it pleasant. It's not a typical winter but it's winter nonetheless: hostile and unforgiving.
It is a reminder that lacking technology, a lot of the planet is unfit for human habitation. Oh, it doesn't take power plants and gas pipelines; various peoples got by (and some still do) with little more than edged tools, fire, carpentry and leather-making...and working from sunrise to sunset, each and every day. Thinking that, I'm all the more grateful for the roof over my head.
T. R. MCELROY'S STREAMLINED TELEGRAPH KEYS
11 months ago