Don't answer that!
My computer says it is 66 degrees here in Ansonia. Tomorrow it says rain with a high of 42.
I refuse to look past Thursday's forecast ~ we just have to take it as it comes.
Easier said than done, I know.
As I wrote this I suddenly became nostalgic, thinking how my father always depended on a barometer on the wall. He'd tap it and the needle would move. Are you supposed to tap it? I don't know.
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