Tuesday eve for you, Wednesday arvo for me. If predictions hold, I will be dancing in the squishy rainsoggy yard in joy at seeing the sun again for the first time in weeks. Either that or hitting a pub for lunch and daydrinking the week of torrential lashing rains out of my sodden skull, looking at these other weirdly-evolved primates and wondering if these are the things called 'people' I recall seeing in the past.
And y'all? Is Spring really being 'Spring' yet? Are you finally thawing out?
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