thirty_degree_swing raze wet snow. that's what they say we've got coming this afternoon. i think they should start calling it what it is: the rain being a sadist. meanwhile, the weekend waits in the wings, ready to torment us with one last taste of what this season could have been if it wasn't hellbent on destroying its own reputation. the weather might as well match what you feel. and really, i've got no right to complain. because this is just about right. 221020 what's it to you? who go blather from