Spring. Is. Finally. Here.
As the daughter of a meteorologist, I have always been proud of stalwartly sticking to the dictum of: “There is no such thing as bad weather—only inopportune circumstances.” The variety of elements New England throws at us throughout the year is awesome, in both the fear-inducing and admiration-earning senses of the word. But I’d be fibbing if I denied that this March—and my advisees’ constant jokes about Planet Hoth—just about destroyed me.
Fortunately, I can now write about how we’re getting some relief…
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