Sun, Apr
24
2005

April really is the cruelest month

Sun, Apr 24, 2005

The cat wakes me up this morning, as usual. I slip out of bed and shuffle downstairs to feed him. I get the Fancy Feast out of the fridge, scoop out his daily portion into his dish and put the can back.

I then look out the window.

Snow in late April

A A A A A A A A A U U U U U U U U U U U U G G G G G G G G G H H H H H H H H H H ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

The snow didn’t stick around. But still, it’s the principle of the thing.


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