A big storm is moving in.
My dog is pacing nervously.
I already know how the rest of my day is going to proceed.
She is going to sit in my lap, fearful, while I try to work on my keyboard around the trembling.
Yep, we’ve been down this road before.
My girl does not like thunderstorms.
It froze overnight.
Not in a picturesque, Christmas-card sort of way.
Just in a very cold way.
The Grown Son lives farther north.
He got a good snowfall.
Not enough to make a snowman, though.
He was only able to make a very small snow mutant.
This concludes the winter of 2020.
I’m ready for spring.
A heavy fog advisory was announced on the local news this morning.
I opened the front door to check out this North Texas fog.
I burst out laughing.
It was just a bit of mist in the air.
It’s not really fog until you can’t see the house across the street.
It’s not even an advisory until you can’t see the house next door.
I’m laughing now.
I won’t be laughing so hard come tornado season…