Michigan weather can be fickle. It's due to being a peninsula ... surrounded by water on three sides. There are times you don't see the sun for weeks.
Oh, you think I'm kidding? I'm not!
Winter is brutal here, not always because of the cold or snow or slop, but because of the fact you don't see the sun but about five days between November and March.
Again, you think I'm kidding, but I'm not.
Today, as I type this, I am looking out at blue skies and sun! Something I've not really seen since Sunday. Oh sure, I've caught glimpses of them, mind you. Small little glances, but nothing of any consistent measure.
Today, however, I think I see both.
Of course, the moment I arrive in Albion, the weather takes a turn for the worst. All the locals have been telling me, we've been having great weather up until Monday.
Yeah, the Murray curse continues ... we drag the crap weather where ever we go.
I'm just holding out for the sweater I ordered from LL BEAN to wing its way to my parents' front door. I think for the remainder of my trip, I will live in that sweater.