Into Each Life…

Some rain must fall. Even in Vegas. But snow? Seriously?

Granted, today’s flurries aren’t enough to call a dusting back on the east coast, but with the temperature at a not-so-balmy 36 degrees, I did see the smallest amount of accumulation on the grass and palm trees outside my front door. Don’t get me wrong, I have nothing against weather and, in fact, it’s nice to have a break from the relentlessly sunny and 70 degree days we get out here in the west. But snow? That’s just unnecessary.

Ah well, it could always be worse. I could be in Dublin where this is the weather every day.