It was fun while it lasted

We had heavy rains here overnight, as proved by the little lake-lets on so many of the streets this morning as I drove Younger Daughter to school -- but at the moment, as you can see, the latest Dreaded Storm is passing well to the south of us. There just a light mist floating through the Loop at the moment.

But a foot of snow is predicted for tonight, starting (of course) during the evening rush hour, or maybe only six inches (depending on which late newscast you watched last night). The old are panicking, the young are thrilled (Younger Daughter this morning: "Maybe we'll have a Snow Day!") -- and the rest of us, who will attempt to keep our routines whatever Nature does or does not do, are busy steeling our resolve.

I don't know exactly how that's done, but it sounds appropriately grim.

Was it only Sunday that I was standing outside church, in shirtsleeves, talking to a neighbor who told me that he'd put up his Christmas lights and barbecued the day before? "And that's not right," he concluded... but he wasn't really complaining.

Welcome to Chicago: Don't take a nap, because the seasons may change while you do. And maybe more than once.

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Now you may be wondering -- what has happened to the Curmudgeon? Yesterday I tackled fusion reactors, now I'm reduced to talking about the weather.

Well, have you looked at the comments to yesterday's post?

Obviously, some of the terms I used triggered some sort of alert on more than one person's news feeder. I looked at a couple of these comments this morning and read them -- my lips were moving the whole time, you understand -- and I can't make heads nor tails of them. (And, no, I'm not talking about Captain Picard's or MJ's comments either.)

Like Eliza Doolittle, I think I may be well advised to stick to two subjects: the weather and my health. At least for the time being.

I've got some studyin' up to do.