“…heigh-ho”

Our government unravels before our eyes. Our Head of State has an emotional meltdown in front of the head of the Congress. Becoming childlike into a tantrum foaming, and cursing at her.

 Meanwhile nature reminds us who’s actually in charge.
The first serious Nor'easter tears into our Emerald City! 
The Skies Roar! My Windows Rattle! Rain blast the Walls!

I haven’t had this much fun since the last Blizzard!

Blow, blow, thou winter wind,    Thou art not so unkind       As man’s ingratitude;    Thy tooth is not so keen, Because thou art not seen,       Although thy breath be rude. Heigh-ho! sing, heigh-ho! unto the green holly: Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly:    Then, heigh-ho, the holly!       This life is most jolly.