The weather here in the upper midwest is nearly as unpredictable as my moods. And that’s saying a lot. After a mild winter followed by a long, cold spring we were treated to a week-long (or so) hot spell. I opened up the house (but sort of skipped the spring cleaning) had all the fans a going, and even one of the window a/c units cranking away for a bit. But last night it was back into footie pajamas for the little man and I. Which I was about ready to pack away for the season. Woke up to a cold rain this morning. Could have used my umbrella but realized too late it had been left behind on the front porch. Doh. I’ve lived here all my life but still find the weather perplexing and sometimes vexing. But I wouldn’t have it any other way, I guess.