Wherein, a day we dare not trust what we read…
April has come. And with it, perhaps a little warming, altho’ here it is snow broadcast for tomorrow.
I once read that sheepherders hate April, for that is when the lambs are usually born and the weather is usually so unpredictable that there is a great risk of them being born “in the wild”, not found, and freezing to death. A terrible month of extremes, especially for sheep.
And then, of course, the pranks of April Fool’s Day — I learned of a new one: wrapping the toilet with clear plastic wrap, then leaving the seat down. Surprise!
With this, we enter the second quarter of the regime’s madness. Tomorrow promises to be interesting, although perhaps no more so than the previous two and half months have been. In like a lion and out like a lamb?
All I know for sure is be sure to check the toilet first.
