![]() Is this a joke? It was seventy degrees out this afternoon. It was overcast, but warm and springy. Just lovely. We are supposed to get four inches of snow tomorrow. This is a cruel joke. Actually it’s New England weather. There is a favorite saying of all the weathermen in the area, "You don’t like the weather? Wait a minute and it will change." They don’t seem to be kidding this time. The last thing I want is snow. The fact that I hate driving in it has already been well documented, but more than that I don’t want a snow day. We are currently scheduled to get out for the summer on June 16, and a snow day would mean that we have to come back on a Monday. No thanks. I want to be DONE. Now a two hour delayed opening in the morning wouldn’t upset me a bit. It would suit me just fine to sit around the house and have a slow start and only have to put in four hours at school. So I’m voting for the delay.
![]() When I first got up this morning I thought I was all better. I’d had a good night’s sleep, hadn’t been sick during the night and figured I was over the virus. Fifteen minutes later I was back into an attack and then felt like crap for the rest of the day. Let me tell you that I am mighty sick of tea, saltine crackers and flat gingerale. I’ve had so much salt my fingers are swollen. So I spent the day feeling wiped out and ready for the last round-up. I had two meetings, one pleasant one not so pleasant, and wrote up more paperwork. My life is such a non-stop fiesta.
![]() Someone sent me this joke today, and anyone from Massachusetts will understand it, if anyone else reads it and wants a specific explanation, just slip me an e-mail. How To Tell You Are From Massachusetts...
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