A Roaring March Day

      This morning, it was over 70 degrees outside and dark, as thunderstorms -- even a tornado or two, farther north -- rumbled across the state.  By midday, clouds and sunlight were chasing one another, pushed by strong and gusty winds, and in late afternoon, it poured down rain.

     A little before sunset, I had to go outside at the North Campus to check on a client's equipment just as the rain was tapering off; I'd worn a zip-up sweatshirt, since temperatures were supposed to hit 30 overnight.  It would surely still be 40 or higher at the end of the workday, right?  The inside of the front door of the building was fogged up.  It was above freezing outside, barely.

     I'd had enough foresight to bring an insulated vest but I'd left it in my car.  It was still better than nothing.  I walked around to the client installation to the whistling of wind through the pine trees, wishing I'd brought a coat.

     That's Indiana in March.  The whole month will go back and forth like this.  We're in for a slow warm up through the weekend, with another swift drop starting late Sunday, probably with more storms.

     Meanwhile, my raccoon man had to cancel.  Something about not wanting to be on a steep roof during a thunderstorm, a decision that speaks well for his judgement.