Black Swan

The  past few weeks have been as odd as I was expecting. One of the certainties of MS, is how far off track I get thrown when the weather gets in a snit, and can't decide how she wants to be.

"Do I look good raining? Is that best cold , or confusingly warm?"

Now, reverse that, make everything warm and raining, now warm and clear, hang on, let's be cold for a day. Bugger. 

The coaster rolls on.