I picked up The Essential Calvin and Hobbes last night for a bit of bedtime reading and pondered this cartoon, ruminating on the parallel between it and my relationship to Indiana weather.
Calvin is me; Hobbes is the Indiana weather, which is always promising snow, but never really delivering. I was thinking of writing a blog post about how Indiana, lacking a true winter season, does not deserve the "Midwest" label.
Naturally, when I opened the door and stepped on to the stoop this morning, my ballet flats were overcome by three inches of newly-fallen snow. I was forced to retreat in search of boots.
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