Really, it can't be said too often.

First a cold snap that freezes the pipes so hard the pump housing breaks into a zillion pieces. Then almost two weeks of weather so nice I begin to fear an inrush of tourists. Two days of rain. Today the rain stopped, the sun peeked out enough that I washed three loads of clothes and frantically ran them out to the clotheslines.

Then gale winds that have my laundry ALL OVER THE FRICKIN' COUNTY.

Have I mentioned I hate winter?