Warm weather a few weeks ago saw the plastic sheeting come down on the patio at Twenty Tap, as outdoor diners enjoyed temperatures that strayed into the low seventies.
Alas, it was just Fool's Spring.
We've been lucky to see the right side of sixty degrees since then, a real shock after the ninety-degree baking I got on the last Sunday in March down in Dallas.
According to the ten-day forecast at Wunderground, we'll be lucky to see the right side of sixty any time soon, too. They say we might even get another dusting of the s-word on Saturday.
I shouldn't complain; it was another wet firecracker of a winter. We had a couple decent cold snaps, but it was one of the least snowy winters on record in Indianapolis. Knoxville and Atlanta both saw more of the white stuff, I think.
Still, springtime is dragging its ass in arriving and I'm worried we're just going to give it a miss and skip straight to summer.
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