Praise the Lord and Pass the Tan Lotion

It was like being hung out to dry!

It wasn't a bad thing. No, not at all! It was great! I would not have complained if I'd been run through a wringer!

(To the non baby-boomers out there, a wringer is a set of rollers on the old washing machines. The clothing would be run between the rollers to be squeezed, or wrung, to remove the excess water before the clothes were hung on a line to dry. This was before the advent of the dryer.)

Finally, at long last, that monster storm that has been terrorizing most of the country was out to sea. The phenomenon that next greeted us was, to say the least, a miraculous event. A strange bright heat-emanating disk emerged from behind the clouds!

For the first time in nearly a week - I didn't get soaked to the bone! Not once did I have to turn on the windshield wipers or the defogger.

Here comes the sun, here comes the sun,
And I say it's all right.
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes......

Do I dare think about finally putting away the snow shovels and the bag of ice melt? Can I finally break out the lighter clothing? Is it safe to hang the coats in the back of the closet and move the jackets to the forefront?

Praise the Lord and pass the tan lotion!

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