“Conversation about the weather is the last refuge of the unimaginative. ~ Oscar Wilde
That quote just about sums up how I am feeling tonight. I am spent with little energy to write something imaginative, so here goes.
Mother Nature you are most unkind.
I’m cold then I’m hot; I am loosing my mind.
25 five in the morning must warm up the car
50 by noon with the window ajar.
I don’t understand this whole weather thing
But holy moly – where is Spring?