"No snow, Christmas," I told Ferret this morning, feeling depressed and melancholy. "They once again changed the GFS output models."
Ferret raised an eyebrow and said, "Thank goodness. Who wants snow anyway?"
I carefully watched Ferret as he drank a strong cup of coffee with a liberal dollop of liquor near me. I could smell that sweet and acrid smell of alcohol and coffee wafting my way. I so wanted to join him.
"What's been going on in AA?" Ferret asked me, smoking a cigarette, as he jolted me out of my alcoholic induced trance.
"I no longer go to AA," I replied. "I haven't been in forever."
"The whole AA thing is just strange," Ferret said, taking another drag from his cigarette. "Those AA people are brainwashed."
My first inclination was to defend my AA friends, but I just sat there quietly watching people coming to and from the grocery store. It was going to be another listless morning at the shopping center.
Later this morning, the temperature was hovering around 37 degrees. Clouds began to roll in and I got excited.
"Maybe this cloud cover will keep the temperatures cold," I muttered aloud as I briskly walked home.
I keep hoping the weather guessers will get the forecast wrong, and snow will come our way. It will take some miracle from God for that to happen though. I live entirely too close to the moderating effects of the Gulf of Mexico for that to happen.