The Old Switcheroo

Minnesota weather tends to change like a switch, in discrete increments, rather than turning slowly in the fashion of a potentiometer (volume knob.) On Sunday, it was warmer in Iceland than it was here. Come Tuesday, the furnaces of summer had been stoked; they quickly dispelled any lingering chill.

This means that I must change my wardrobe, while the woolens have been banished to the back closet, my floral summer print shirts are now front and center:



Middle of May. It could be worse? I suppose so.