Woke up to a world of white. Lovely. Drove to work in a bizzard. Not so lovely.
Come out a lunch, the snow has vanished, there's a huge clap of thunder and it's dumping a ton of hailstones on my head. It's raining now. Hard.
It was even sunny for a brief moment earlier.
Had an unsettling dream last night. My subconscious decided to rewrite the end of AtS in a completely different way. Spike turned evil again and betrayed everyone to the cast of Firefly, who massacred them in a pub, just because he was unhappy about the way he was being treated (I think he got back at the wrong gang myself, but it was a dream). Woke up in a strange mix of reality and fantasy. Odd.
That all sounds auspicious for calove's birthday. Happy Birthday! (go over to her journal to see the card I made her).