Friday the temperature was in the mid-sixties, with rain and wind.
Saturday and Sunday were sunny and windy and cold, in the 40s.
Monday, we woke to find 4 inches of snow on the ground.
It was sunny and nearly 70 degrees outside yesterday.
The air smells like Springtime this morning.
If it weren't for that Leap Year Meme making its way around Facebook, I would totally be convinced the world is ending in 9 months.
I'm dreaming about zombies; twice now in less than a week. I love zombies, but I rarely dream of them, and never quite as "all about zombies" as these two dreams have been. Usually, we exist in the same world, but they're far away and not much of a threat to me. In these dreams, they're after my ass, and I'm scrambling to try to stay alive.
Last night, I was in a large house with many others, windows exposed rather than boarded, doors not even locked. We kept going from window to window, watching the zombies as they attacked through skylights and heating ducts on the roof, or as they fumbled doors open, attacking our neighbors in the homes closest to the one in which we were holed up. I was trying to organize, to find lumber, to get these people to help defend our fort, but supplies were non-existent and help was even more scarce. I never got bit, but those assholes were coming for me and all of us.
I don't know how it ended - I started waking up at 6 and tried to go back there but couldn't quite make it. I think we all lived happily ever after, or maybe it was just a to be continued...
Either way, Happy Hump Day!