Okay. So Clearly I had some very concrete expectations as to how the weather was going to be this morning when I walked outside my house. In short, I expected it would be really, really hot. Like,  you know, hellfire kinda hot. I guess I also expected to hear some sort of booming macho voice shouting down from the heavens explaining that you get what you pay for.

Oddly, around 7am there was the usual squirrel fight in my backyard, and now at nearly 10am, I’m hearing quite a few birds chirping, but astoundingly few other signs of the apocalypse. I think I’m gonna wait to post this for a few hours. This could just be the calm before the inevitable storm.

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Uh. Hmm. It’s 2-ish now. That should have been enough time. Did I mention that THESE TWO LADIES GOT MARRIED!?

There’s gotta be a logical explanation. Do you think maybe a certain all-knowing ethereal being upstairs just forgot which day this law went into effect? Maybe tomorrow we’ll be rocking some hellfire?  Yeah?