Earlier tonight, on my way downtown, it was drizzling. By the time A. and I left the bar an hour or so later, it had intensified to a steady rain. After a couple more hours, by which point we were on our way to the movies, it was definitely raw and cold compared with how it had been earlier. By the time we got out of the movies, there was a goodly bit of heavy wet snow all over everything.
I should like the record to reflect that I am heartily sick of winter.
Anyway. Aside from the snow, it wasn't a bad day. And I hope you all had a good day yourselves, with as much or as little romance as you desire.
But because, as others constantly remind me, I'm such a cynic, I offer a cautionary tale.
Good night, gentles all, and here's hoping my country won't be at war by this time tomorrow.