BOY GENIUS BELLYACHES ABOUT WEATHER

When I stepped out to do some errands, I thought I might be overdressed. As, yesterday, had I been so I would have been. Two hours later I wished that I had dressed much more warmly. A young woman on her cellphone was saying that she couldn't understand how, if her apartment was comfortably in the seventies, it was only sixty degrees outside.
Which it was actually less than because of breezes from Siberia.

Letter to the editor: I wish to register a complaint! How is it that it feels like an early March outside, as March used to be, not this year's March which felt like May should feel, about which I am not happy either, and it sure doesn't feel like May should feel? What we need to do is vote the Republicans out, and revive the old custom of tying onions to our belts as was the style years ago. Just one onion can keep a man warm for hours in a snowdrift!

While I was eating lunch it turned arctic.

In merely one hour it dropped ten degrees Fahrenheit. Which is beastly. All I can think of is those folks in tee-shirts and shorts, which in early afternoon had seemed ideal, currently freezing to death on the tundra surrounding Nob Hill, Chinatown, and North Beach.
Perhaps we'll discover their shivering corpses tomorrow morning.
As well as the fat people they used for tauntauns.

Suffering. Humanity!

In any case, I've mailed off payment for what was still owing on the dexter lower extremity angioplasty, which came due this week. So I'm clean on that score. And the leg does feel buckets better. It no longer bitches.

The magpie is considered a harbinger of happiness. Understandable, given that it is perky and seems quite even-tempered. A very upbeat bird.


Lunch was okay. I'll have something else next time.



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