Happy Birthday, Alsafi!

And on another note: F***ING CREEPY. (Unrelated to alsafi's birthday.)

It's 72 degrees out right now. It was, like, 80 today.

They expect it to get 'down' to 55 tonight. It is windy and lovely and I have all my windows open.

Tomorrow night they've issued a FREEZE WARNING because it's going to drop to 28.

60 degrees in less than 48 hours.... dude. That's just.... dude.

And the Weirdness Goes On.

Strange night.

Went to bed with it 72 degrees, my window open.

Woke up at about two because my cats were perched on the sill, staring down beyond the screen with body language on that said, quite clearly, "What the fuck??" Groggy and well nigh half-asleep, I crawled out of bed, found my glasses by instinct alone, put them on, and went to peer down with the cats at the little, pointy face staring back up at us from the ground outside the window. It took me a minute to realize it was an opossum. An opossum who was clearly not the least bit alarmed by either the cats or myself. It just stared back up at us. ("Who? Me? WHAT? Sheesh, you'd think you'd never seen an opossum before. C'mon, guys. Wild animals do still happen, y'know.")

I told the cats, "Oh, no. I don't think so," closed the window to avoid being awoken again in less than five minutes by a clawing-and-biting match through the screen, and went back to bed.

Woke up again at half past four, to a deluge. It was raining so hard I got up, found my glasses AGAIN, and went to the porch to try and figure out if it was rain or hail. Just rain - but a LOT of it. Bucketses and bucketses. And not on the forecast. Surreal. Went back to sleep happily listening to the downpour, glad I'd shut the window earlier.... and unaccountably worried about the opossum, out in it. For all I knew, he'd known the storm was coming, and was under my window begging to be let in earlier! And I told him there was no room in the inn, and sent him away!

Yeah, right. Am I silly, or what?

Got up this morning and the temperature had dropped to 44. Sky is blue, sun is out, no rainclouds in sight.

But I know I didn't dream the rain, because one of my baskets of pansies (already wilting due to an aphid infestation I'm not sure what to do about) is FLAT. Not the basket - just the flowers. Flat.

This is one of those mornings when you get up and roll for reality.