We got over an inch of snow last night– September 30th. I was more angry at the fact that it couldn’t wait a night.  Snow in October just doesn’t sound so bad!

The last time it snowed was June 7th, the day after my wedding. I had a house full of family and friends, every last one commenting on the unseasonal weather. All I can say is, it doesn’t feel so damn unseasonal to me. Not when we’ve gone a mere 17 weeks without the white stuff.

Earlier this week, we hit the mid-eighties. And now, obviously, it’s below freezing. Between the super-hyped H1N1 going around and the fact that I can’t possibly figure out what to wear from one day to the next, it’s amazing that the entire state of Wyoming isn’t quarantined until, oh, say, next July, when it decides to warm up for a whole week at a time.

(Actually, it should be easy to get dressed, going forward. I’ll just wear everything in my closet at once. A dozen or so wool sweaters, skirts, pants, boots–oughta do the trick.)

Ah, summer. We came so late to your party, and left so early. Can you please issue an extended invitation to your brother, Indian Summer? I’d really, really, like to see him this year….