It may be sunny but it's only 37 chilly degrees!
At the risk of beating a dead horse (sorry PETA), I feel compelled to tell you that Flagstaff, Arizona has recorded just shy of 58 inches of snow this month.
That's only 23 days into the New Year and it's already the fourth most snow ever recorded in a January and third place is within reach.
I was provoked by opening the blinds this morning and discovering that there was a fresh dusting, and it was only a dusting, of snow on the ground around my home.
Now we don't get anywhere near the snowfall that Flagstaff does because the elevation here is right around 5,000 feet and Flagstaff is almost 2,000 feet higher.
It is considered a mountain town but it's only about 140 miles north of Phoenix, which is considered to be in the desert.
And Phoenix is where one finds the cactus and the extremely high temperatures of summer through several months of the year.
Now I live in Prescott Valley about halfway between the two cities, even though our elevation is closer to Flagstaff than it is to Phoenix.
So we get views like this from the edge of town.
To those of you who expressed concern about my eye surgery yesterday, rest assured that I am, indeed, alive and well after the grueling episode.
Actually I exaggerate.
It wasn't grueling at all except for a few seconds when the fancy, dancy laser beam was repairing one end of my retinal tear and came close to a nerve.
But the rest of the roughly 10 minute procedure was a breeze.
Isn't this fun?
Just living through the week, counting the seconds, minutes, hours, days and nights until you can open up my blog and learn that IT'S FRIDAY AGAIN!!!
Well, it sure is for me.
Fun, that is.
As well as Friday.
I suppose I could begin each one of these weekly forays into funniness by just saying TGIF and launching the cartoons.
But that's not my way.
I like to amble aimlessly into the arcade of amusement.
Keeping you all in suspense for a bit
Before I say the magic words.
No, not "Shazam" or "Abracadabra" or "Presto".
No, the words "HIT IT!"
Oh, the elves have been busy this week, filling my Humor Archives to a gut-busting level.
One of the most active is a long-time friend, known here only as Wacky Wally.
Earlier in the week he informed us of an odds on day far in the future.
Today, he has offered up another sly observation.
An oddball observation, some might say.
But let's say no more about it.
Let's just show you what his curious mind has found.
This post is for those of you who may have added on some years.
In other words, you who have grown older
I have found that it seems thast the older I get the less healthy I become.
I can't decide if that's just a natural progression or an accumulation of illness brought about by the past sins I committed and challenges I foisted on my poor body.
But I know as I've aged it seems I have more and more doctors and more and more visits to keep up with.
When the people in my cardiology office tell me I've got 7 or 8 or 9 years until my Pacemaker's battery will run down and I'll need to have the device changed I think (and sometimes say) "Do you people know how old I am?"
What makes them think I'll live that long?
But I don't want to put you in a dark mood as the sun is finally shining in my town today.
So let me share something another one of my hard-working elves, Comical Carol, provided to me this morning.
It plays on ANOTHER problem with Modern Day (Witchcraft) Medicine.
One of my chief elves, Wonderful Wacky Wally has been probing the internet again and came up with this wonderfully wacky factoid that seems just right for today.