I do this same dumb thing every year.

March is the meanest month.

And I know that. I go through this every year, with the unrealistic expectations. So now I’m piling on layers, huddling indoors and demanding that the lousy weather get the hell off my lawn, which will actually happen sometime in late May – just in time for the first heat wave of the year. But at the same time I’m idiotically refusing to light a fire in my perfectly good woodstove because I’m sick of dealing with fires in the damned woodstove. I want SPRING.

Yeah, so yesterday. Wednesday was actually a fairly pleasant day, but then yesterday the peak temp dropped 20^o and it rained in the morning and the wind! Oh my god the wind. Pretty sure the Big Chickenhouse door is breaking again if it hasn’t blown right off its hinges by now. And oh by the way yesterday’s total lack of any post at all was only partially my fault because most of the day I couldn’t get on line anyway because when the weather gets like that my cell coverage can completely go away. I didn’t blow you off, really. I just had nothing pleasant to say and no technological way to say it.

This morning’s revised forecast says this will go on until more-or-less Wednesday. It’s like that sad memory of the time you finally scored a date with that beautiful girl you pined over for years in high school. I always look forward to March – and it always turns out to be a raving bitch.