Way back on October 8 of last year, I wrote this:
Of course, maybe things will be a bit more predictable this year. Now that I’ve committed to a spring marathon I’m sure that, completely out of character for the area, we’ll suddenly have two-foot snowfalls, ice storms, screaming winds straight from Satan’s deep freeze and be trapped in our homes watching What Not to Wear marathons while we wait for the rescuers with the Saint Bernards to dig us out. I should take a trip to the supermarket to start laying in supplies now.
Yay me and my prophetic powers. Cross my palm with silver (or some Laphraoig) and I’ll tell your fortune.