Phew . . . We dodge a bullet in my neck of the woods this weekend.
OK, it would have been more like a pellet, but it would have been unwelcome any way you look at it.
Until a few minutes ago, the weather forecast was calling for . . . ugh . . . 2 to 4 centimetres of snow on Saturday!
But then the forecast changed before my very eyes, to 1 mm of mixed precipitation.
Still, it is a sign of what’s coming, yes? And why I am California Dreaming on such a grey, autumn day.
Winter doesn’t officially start until Dec. 21, even if somebody forgot to tell that to Old Man Winter, who usually shows up in early November. He’s anal retentive that way.
In my next life, I’m reincarnating in San Francisco, where I’ll wear flowers in my hair and stuff . . . and join a rock ‘n’ roll band.