I dreamed we were in the middle of a titanically huge ice storm last night.

The ice was pouring from the sky….liquid ice sticking to the trees and powerlines….sticking to the lawn and bushes and cars….sticking….sticking.

Then the power went out and I was looking in the backroom for the lanterns and flashlights…..turning on my headlamp….trying to get ready for a long chunk of darkness…..and the rainy ice started to come down even harder on the metal roof.

In the middle of all this, I was wondering if I should start a fire in the woodstove.

It was kind of confusing because, just moments before, it had been really nice outside.

It had been “like the middle of summer” nice.

No one in my family was scared….just a little confused.

It’s strange when weather changes like that.

Then I woke up and the weather was just as it had been….warm and easy.

We had a big mail day yesterday after the holiday…and today looks just as heavy.

Sometimes the load is big because you have to catch up to finish cleaning up the first big chunk.

But….the weather is supposed to be (according to the weather lady) a “perfect Fall day”.

So….it should be OK.

I shouldn’t try to forecast anything….you never know what’s going to happen…but I think that it’s going to be a good day.

Sunny days are good days, right?