What a Difference a Week Makes

Last week my world looked like this:



This week we can do this:

It's called tentative Spring. The first glimmer of warm weather before one last cold snap.

I'm okay with 60 degrees, blue skies, and a slight breeze. But this only means it's a matter of time before oppressive heat, humidity, involuntary sweating, and uncontrollable hair. I'd rather more snow.

I think I have opposite seasonal affective disorder. Because no amount of snow, gray skies and harsh wind can make me long for August. I'd rather be forced to shove Q-Tips in my ear past the point of resistance.