The weather can’t seem to decide what to do with itself lately. We’ve had -18˚ to 50˚ temps in the last two weeks. Rain on Wednesday turned the ground snow into soupy thick fog the likes of which I haven’t seen in a long time. And last night brought white out conditions on the way home. The video doesn’t even show the worst of it.

My evening run yesterday was death defying with arctic winds taking down limbs all over the place. At the very beginning, Susan and I heard a loud crack behind us, and we turned around just in time to see a street-crossing limb fall 30-40 feet from a tree, directly onto a spot we had crossed less than 10 seconds earlier. Rather than dive into the woods as we had planned for the rest of the run, we stumbled around in the golf course avoiding trees to the best of our ability. Bad times.