Old Man Winter Needs to Take a Chill Pill

I woke up this morning to what sounded like the roof blowing off the house. Fortunately, it was only some yard furniture which I've neglected to put away rolling into the neighbor's fence. Just trying to live up to the dream of being the only gay hillbilly in the neighborhood. Eventually there will probably be all kinds of broken kitchen implements strewn over the lawn and our hybrid SUV up on some cinder blocks in the back with half of the wheels off. In hard times, it's good to have a dream.

In the meantime, the wind continues to kick up out there. It's so gusty I wouldn't be surprised to see Miss Gulch blowing past the window on her bicycle.