For days I've been hearing the weekend weather forecast of snow, cold, and - in general - the sky is falling. So this morning I bundle up and do things I just have to do - like wrestle the recycling bin up to the house. Outside things. Cold things. I shop. I run errands.
At my last stop I come out to discover the sun is shining, the wind has died and it's quite pleasant. I didn't even wear a coat while unloading the car.
Would have been nice for someone to mention this afternoon was going to be early spring-like. I would have waited to do those unpleasant outdoor tasks, instead of rushing to get them done this morning.
I'm not sure if my fingers will ever be warm again. Perhaps I should go put them in a patch of sunshine. The sunshine I'm not supposed to be seeing. That sunshine.
I hardly ever trust the weather forecast anymore. It seems to be way off, more often than not. Glad to hear you've had some sunshine!
You'd think I'd learn, too. But I seem to be a little hard headed in that regard. It's supposed to get bad tomorrow, so I wanted to prepare today. It's quite pleasant right now, which it wasn't supposed to be. So, we could have the 9 inches of snow predicted - or warm sunshine - time will tell.
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