If Alberta were a live person, it would be seeking medication for schizophrenia…

Just the other day, it was +14 here. The sun was shining, the birds were singing, and corn was growing high as an elephant’s eye.

Today, the streets are covered in snow that fell all day yesterday. The official temperature is –9, but –17 with the wind chill. I don’t need the wind to tell me it’s chilly; -friggin’ 9 is cold enough…

So, the spring jacket that I transferred the contents of my winter jacket pockets to needs to be emptied, and returned to the parka. My sandals go back under the stairs, and the mukluks will be unwrapped, to serve once again.

Sadly, my golf clubs go back into the attic, as I fire up the manual snow shovel one more time. Winter has grasped us once again by the throat, and chokes any hopes of spring rejuvenation into whimpering submission. In other words…this blows!!!

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For a guy that spends almost every day providing general annoyance to his partner, April Fools’ Day has become a sort of practical joke Amnesty Day. I haven’t done a single thing to hoodwink MTDG in years, as I tend to do something virtually every other day instead. Intentionally or not…

I did worry that that ludicrous weekend chicken may have done something, but he seemed content to continue sleeping off St. Paddy’s Day carousing…

Better run. I need to chisel a path for our vehicle.

Chow for now!!