Partly Sunny with a Chance of Apocalypse

The weather is so bizarre here this year that it's starting to freak me out. First of all, there was a day in January (a month where the average high is around 35 F) when it was over 70 F.

Perfect weather for horseback riding. You know, if your name happens to be Pestilence, Famine, War, or Death.

This was follwed by typical New England weather--lots of snow and brutally cold.

Then we get to April, which is a bit of a grab bag. But not usually like this. Last week it was snowing. Yesterday was 75, tomorrow will be 85.

It's a very strange experience. Because it's been so cold, the trees are still all skeletal, but the air is hot and humid and all the animals are out--the birds singing in the bare ruined choirs, so to speak.

I can't quite describe it, but it's very disorienting to have the heavy, sultry feeling of summer in the air and not a speck of green on the trees. From indoors, it looks just like winter.

Although, I went for a walk earlier today, and in the nicer neighborhoods the trees are starting to bloom. I guess the rich can afford spring. Bastards.