You Can't Fight City Hall - or the Weatherman.

Hey, kids -- it’s time for my annual bitch-fest about things I can’t control! Stick with me – I promise to be brief.

Flashback to Wednesday afternoon, November 8. 36 hours ago. It was sunny and 82 degrees here in the heartland of America. Sunny and 82. Can you believe it?

The sun shined.
Birds sang.
Old men smiled.
Angels wept.
Children joined hands and sang a song of peace.

That was a mere 36 hours ago.

It’s now Friday AM, and here’s the current weather:

Yes, snow. Freaking snow. I know, I know. 'Tis the season, right? I should probably be thankful it’s only a dusting of wet snow and not a foot of the stuff. But I'm not.

So let winter begin. And please – let the “Sunny and 82’s” come back soon.