First of all, she struck me mute - literally! Last Tuesday I woke up with my second head cold in a month, my head pounding & voice scratchy. By Thursday, my voice was so messed up that everytime I tried to talk, these horrid, only-dolphins-can-interpret squawking sounds came out. Tim just looked at me and nodded a lot & Picabo ran & hid. BUT, the temps were in the 50s again, so I figured even though Mother Nature didn't like my questioning her, we had come to some kind of understanding. When Sunday rolled around not only could I produce a somewhat normal-sounding sentence or two, but the day was absolutely GORGEOUS - 76 degrees & sunshine baby! It seemed the worst had passed.
That was until I looked out my window yesterday morning and saw THIS...
That's right, SNOW!!! Oh yeah, me & Mother Nature have an understanding alright...I understand that She doesn't give a rip about what I think or want - hehe!
Here's Tim finishing up his run
Today with my cold mostly gone & my voice back to normal I'm thinking a bit clearer & concede it probably wasn't Mother Nature punishing me. But you've gotta admit the timing is a bit suspicious. And 76 degrees one day, 32 the next - well that enough to drive anyone a little crazy. Kramer's right, Mother Nature is indeed a mad scientist! I just wish she'd take that madness somewhere else ☺