McPolack Predicts the Weather

Saw my first snowflake today, on my way home from the gym. It was more of a snowball, really, and hard to distinguish between the tiny pills of kitty hair on my ancient blue microfleece half-zip.

Anyhoo, it's going to be long winter, and I base my prediction solely on the area squirrels, who are cornfed Midwesterner sized as opposed to being more New Yorker trim, and who seem to be stuffing themselves silly with whatever they can find. Except, of course, for when they are frantically burying nuts on peoples' front lawns. Today I saw one eating a cherry tomato.

I think I'll go bury some Lindt balls under the mulberry tree.