Get the unicorn back on the leash.
I remember, when I was little, reading a book called "The Weather Works" by Mike Wilks. It was a really beautifully illustrated poem about this factory-like place where all the world's weather is made. One day this man in a green suit brings a strange pet (that you never actually see, but I always thought it was a unicorn because there's one picture where he is pointing to a picture of a unicorn or something like that) into the factory, it gets loose, and suddenly all the weather goes crazy.
I think that's what's happening here. Yesterday, it was actually hot. I, of course, was stuck inside this stupid office until the sun faded, but still, I know it was hot out. And today, it's snowing. Real snow. Not flurries - snow. We're supposed to get 6" tonight. That is crazy. Crazy.
Crazy.
I think that's what's happening here. Yesterday, it was actually hot. I, of course, was stuck inside this stupid office until the sun faded, but still, I know it was hot out. And today, it's snowing. Real snow. Not flurries - snow. We're supposed to get 6" tonight. That is crazy. Crazy.
Crazy.