This was a long winter. It lasted until about last week.
Sure, we had a few nice 70 degree days interspersed between the freezing, snowy, windy and rainy days. Like maybe 4 in all of March, April and May. As recently as last week the temperatures were low enough to make one think that it was January and not May.
Then suddenly it was 95 degrees for a few days straight. Seriously hot. And since my blood has thickened way up from my Arizona days, I thought I might die from the 50 degree jump in one day. (It is kind of funny to think that Bria used to want her coat when it was "only" 90 degrees in Arizona.)
Even though I was lamenting a bit the loss of spring, since we seemed to have skipped it entirely, I could be happy with 90 degrees. Totally happy. Especially after a small adjustment period.
And then today? Today it is freezing and we're having a mean thunderstorm.
I just don't think I can take the schizophrenia anymore.