It’s my fault, and I’ll just go ahead and throw that out there right now. All you good folks who are wondering wondering what happened to that fine spring weather, it was me. I happened, and I am sorry.
As you may be aware, I’m warm-natured. The last three weeks, I’ve been engaged in mortal combat with my dear husband for control of the ceiling fan remote. It has been almost too hot to sleep, and in my desperation, I did something I knew I shouldn’t. I removed the electric mattress cover and all of the quilts from my bed. And stored them. I know. Again, I am so sorry.
As I could have predicted, within two days of the Great Removal, the weather took a turn for the weird. Daily storms and incremental drops in temperature. Yesterday, it was so cold that even I had to eschew shorts and wear jeans, and I spent the entire night shivering under inadequate coverage, too cold to sleep, and too lazy to get up and get more blankets. It was a tough place to be.
If I ever question impact in this world whatsoever, I need only remember this week. Be glad I am lazy and stopped where I did. If I had gone the extra mile and swapped out the winter clothes, we’d be in the middle of an ice age right now.