March. If she comes in like a lion, she goes out like a lamb. At least, that’s what the Google tells me. I’ve heard this saying about many things, including March, April, and some of your spicier Thai dishes. Hey-ooooo. But this is not a post about squeezing gags from topics of questionable funniness. This is a post about the Weather.

When I stepped outside the office today, the wind was absolutely howling. I was walking with a 40° list down the path to the smoking corner. There’s an airport landing strip that runs along next to the building, and you could hear the pilots revving up the jets as they landed, surging them in that unsettling rise and fall that always accompanies Bad News during airplane shots in shows like Lost.

It was the kind of wind that makes you worry just a bit about your safety. It still is, in fact. Outside, there’s that strange whistling going on that tells your that the caulk is going bad around your windows, and every now and then culminates in a good shaking of the house. If I was a hot cocoa type of dude, I would be snuggled up with one right now. But I’m not, so a Foster’s it is.

So, established is it that March came in like a Lion this year. High winds, sudden temperature and pressure changes, needling high-speed rain. We’ll see how that old wives’ tale works out in about 4-1/2 weeks time.