This has been the most sun we have seen since late September. Honestly, it has been so gloomy and so rainy and so overcast that we have all forgotten what the damn sun even looks like. Is it round? Is it bright? Does it exist? We doubt all of these things.
Then, all of a sudden and without warning on Saturday, out pops the sun. Dagnabbit if it doesn't do it again three times (albeit briefly, for about ten seconds each time) on Monday. Now, now -- we know better than to count on these things. After all, in between the sun's brief visit Saturday and it's game of Peek-a-Boo on Monday, we do have Sunday, which is so rainy and so colorless that by three o'clock in the afternoon, it is dark enough for outside lights. But, really, seeing the sun for a total of maybe three minutes in the last six weeks has been disheartening at best, so to actually see it (and feel it ... it hits fifty degrees or better on Monday), is downright amazing.
Throw in BLUE SKY, and, well, folks: IT'S A FREAKING PARTY!
Fear not, New Englanders. Mother Nature will shit all over us soon. After all, I did hear the weather forecasters whispering the word "Nor'Easter," and we all know what that means: Once someone has uttered the word "snow," you know it's coming. Yes, yes, that's right: SNOW. Besides, isn't that why we live here in the semi-frozen Great Iced-Over Northeast? For snow?
No, actually I think the answers is: We live here because there are tornadoes, earthquakes, giant bugs, and elderly-eating alligators everywhere else. Oh, and every once in a while (possibly three times in a six-week cycle) we get to see the sun and blue skies, so there is that.
