Winter is finally here.
I had the same thought a few weeks ago, but lo and behold, the sun came back and the steam rose into the air-just like summer.
The cute weather guy hiding in my television has the best job in the world. He gets paid to make predictions that don’t have to be right. And he still gets paid. (Yes, I know he’s gone to college and has a degree, and is often correct, but still.)
The fact that I live in Texas makes this an easy discussion. We have a reputation for changeable weather. We native Texans even have a saying:
“If you don’t like the weather in Texas, wait a minute. It’ll change presently.”
I have a theory. (Remember: I’m not a scientist, I’m a writer of fiction (the hot, steamy, make you want to hunt down your hubby for some fun, kind.)
I think the planet is shifting on its axis and the scientists in the know (and quite possibly the governments of the world) aren’t telling us.
Could be that we’re experiencing a normal occurrence that only takes place every few thousand years. (It’s possible.) But after years of doomsday movies about the death of the planet, those in the know are keeping the info hush-hush to avoid a planet-wide panic.
So, on the off chance we might be heading into a disaster, I’m going to have some fun and enjoy whatever comes along. And, of course, I’m going to keep writing my hot little stories as a diversion from what might happen down the road.
What do you think?