Iceberg, dead ahead!

Is the apocalypse eminent? Did I miss finding the End-of-the-World-as-We-Know-It blog? Because the weather in these here parts (suburban Boston area)... people, it's getting a little WEIRD.

Last week we experienced a faux spring. It was complete with warm temps up to almost 60 degrees, melted ice and snow and lifted spirits. People were smiling and nodding at each other during errands. New Englanders were making EYE CONTACT.

This ended abruptly Sunday when it snowed and temps dipped to 18 degrees. Yes I said eighteen friggin degrees. Brrr. Ice was abundant, people got grumpy, and no one could make eye contact because raising ones face causes eyes to tear then freeze on the eyelashes.

Today it is 60 degrees. And the day is packing more wind than Star Jones. Tree limbs are breaking and falling, ice is melting, and people aren't wearing outerwear. No outerwear makes me SO HAPPY. I actually had to tighten Liam's carseat straps because they are slacked more to accommodate his coat.

I better check and see how many trees have fallen out back. Hopefully there is enough wood to get started on the ark because I'm not sure we want to stay around to see what's coming next.