Yesterday, March lost control again.
She woke up raw and surly, started snowing in the early afternoon, added sleet for intimidation, then attacked with driving rain to destroy the evidence.
She capped her escapade with a nighttime freeze to turn driveways into ice.
She woke up today clear-headed and warm enough to melt hard feelings, but she can’t remember yesterday. She’s simply got to stop carousing. (Brooklin, Maine)