Oh, the Irony

When A. and Cubby left this morning at 6 a.m. to start their cross-country odyssey, it was 63 degrees at our house.

Say what? That's crazy.

Even crazier? At their final destination in Tucson, Arizona, it was 34 degrees.

So much for the frozen north and the burning desert. (This happened last year, too, though.)

It's temporary, of course. We're supposed to have a high of 30 degrees on Friday, so as soon as Charlie and Jack were dressed and fed this morning, we went outside where Charlie promptly wiped out on a patch of ice* and somehow cut his hand on a rock or something.

Fun.

I cleaned up his hand and he came back outside to sit in a chair and watch me scoop poop.

More fun.

We went to the library after that and while we were inside, it started to rain. So I think that's it for our early spring. It was nice while it lasted, though.

* How there can still be patches of ice when it's been above freezing for days is beyond me. I guess it is still the frozen north, after all.