I don't know why I am surprised. It's almost always like this. The first few days of March taunt with spring, then, and of course it happens right in the middle of my morning run, it gets cold, the wind picks up, and rain. Time to hunker back down, turn the heat on, and realize spring is a few more weeks away.
Murphy has already been in and out of the house several times this morning, as if to double, then triple check, that it is not sunny and warm outside. She is finally getting ready to settle down for a nap.
March is roaring in like a lion.
Murphy's day.
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