Look, when I lived on the Illinois/Wisconsin border, I expected this kind of thing–and worse. But I don’t expect it here in North Georgia. We already have snow in the forecast for Thursday night.

Is this climate change, a fluke, or Mother Nature run amock? Nobody seems to know. As long as our furnace keeps working and I don’t have to go outside, I guess it doesn’t much matter.

Today, the indoor/outdoor cat is already inside, much earlier than usual. When he came in, he was soaking wet. Fortunately, we have a towel in a box for him to curl up in and thaw out.

The HGTV network’s house hunter show keeps airing episodes in which people from the States are moving to the Mexican coast with the Pacific Ocean just outside the front door. I have to say, I’m tempted. well, not really, but figuratively speaking.

I’m just glad I no longer have to commute to Atlanta for work. Any mention of a snowflake–other than certain politicians–closes down the whole Interstate system which, even when it’s open on a sunny day, seems like it’s closed down. On the worst snow, we ever had–which was called “snow jam,’ my front-wheel drive Buick got us home when most people abandoned their cars on the side of the road. Not doing that again.

So, I’m not expecting an official snow jam here in Rome, Georgia. But if there is one, I don’t care, I’m retired and don’t have to go to work–or to the store for 1000000 rolls of toilet paper.

–Malcolm