There's something wrong about having to put your furnace back on, well over midway through May. Just wrong. But we have done so, twice now. We're either getting old and wimpy, or this city has an interesting perspective on what summer should feel like.

The other day, we had snow coming down in the middle of the day. Not for a movie special effect, but for freakin' real.

Last night, a couple of minutes before midnight, I awoke to some strange racket. When I got up and looked out the window, there was sleet, or at least really buffed-up raindrops pummeling the house. When I awoke this morning, I gave in to the muttering of the frozen penguins in our living room, and turned the furnace on, yet again.

Now, one might assume that with the coating of blubber I surround myself in, I might be a bit more impervious to these radical temperature changes. However, that appears to be another scientific theory proven false. I was freezing my ding-dongs off....

So, here's hoping that July and August bring a reprieve from snow, and that temperatures eventually allow the puddles in front of our boulevard to thaw...

Chow for now!!