The worst thing about this siege of bad weather is the way it won't quit. We've been mostly in single digits and teens since before Christmas. I can pretty well put up with anything as long as I know it's temporary, but this has not been easy for me... or for anybody else. It reminds me of "Ground Hog Day". I wake up in the morning to the same old weather forecast we've had for days.
Oh, I've tried to bear up; you know the old saying, "Everybody talks about the weather but... blah, blah blah." So I've tried to keep my opinion about this cold spell to myself, and blog about other things.
Cliff bought me those expensive Muck boots so I can get out and take my walk and get some sunshine, and I have been talking my daily walk with Sadie, in spite of the fact that every time I get a halfway decent trail blazed through the snow, another snowstorm comes and drifts my path full. Again.
Usually when we're having unpleasant weather, there's one thing that keeps me from breaking under the load: the ten-day forecast. Because it really is true that, in Missouri, if you don't like the weather, you only have to wait awhile and it will change.
The ten-day forecast has let me down for weeks, but finally I see a ray of hope: temperatures with highs in the thirties in a few days! Please God, let it be.
If only we can make it through the weekend.
And now, back to my regularly scheduled blogging.