Not rain, just thick fog. As good as it gets lately. Forget rain. Maybe someday rain will arrive with the usual cargo of baseball sized hail. No boon without a bane.
It's baaaack! But maybe only for a day or two and then much better weather. Unless we have a once-in-a-lifetime Arctic BLAST! This winter has been chock full of generational and once in a thousand years storms.
Parasites. Flesh eating bacteria. These are a few of my least favorite things.
Cool mornings and warm days with light wind. I can cope with that. Rain is unlikely. I'm pretty sure Uri Geller is dead, so that "Pray for rain!! stuff isn't going to work. Yesterday I complained about worthless assholes who either have power over our lives by force of law, or by pretense and an assumed authority. In the latter category I would put preachers and pastors, who tend to be among the worst liars and the sleaziest con artists you are ever likely to encounter. "Send money!" Bullshit. Never, ever, send money. There are all kinds of great charities out there. Support them directly, and don't throw money at some sleaze bag con artist.
So dry! But at least the weather is getting warmer. The idiot DST ritual approaches. I hope that never becomes permanent. I ignore it. I don't DO that shit for brains spring forward and fall back crap. My concession to that idiocy is to reset one wall clock, one near the TV, and my wristwatch. That's it. That's in the event of some appointment I might have to make. My bedside clock remains untouched and so do all the the other clocks on the walls and my mealtimes and bedtimes and getting up times remain true to the sun. And the assholes who impose upon us DST can eat shit and die.
