The weather has changed. This makes me happy.
Much as I love normal winter weather-- and its unspoken promise of yielding normal summer weather--I love a good Chinook as much as anyone.
We had one on the weekend. It warmed enough on Saturday for me to go out for walkies and stayed warm enough on Sunday to do it again.
The ferocious wind kicked in later on yesterday afternoon and knocked chunks of snow off the roof and surrounding trees. At one point it sounded like the house itself was crumbling down. It was just the snow-eater, but for all its sound and fury it didn't eat much.