So, Ms. Garfield suggested out weather might be “fickle”. Huh. Imagine that.
It snowed yesterday, and we got about five inches. Places a few miles north of us got up to eight. It reached 56°F today (13 C) and the entire county is awash in puddles and slush. There is a chance of snow tomorrow night. It is a mighty wonder we don’t all have pneumonia.
The snow was bad enough, but the cretins out there who were driving without headlights added to the “fun”. You might as well be inside a milk bottle, and some fool comes hurtling toward you out of nowhere. And stay on their own side of the road? Ha! They can’t see the lines. When I get to be in charge of things. . .
The old Rowen and Martin’s Laugh-In show had an award they called The Flying Fickle Finger of Fate.
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