It's snowing in Crested Butte . . .

but I don't live in Crested Butte.

And it's raining here.

And it's 40 degrees.

Which, of course, is why it's raining.

That just ain't right.

It should not be raining at 8000 feet on the last day of November.

But I'm not going to use the G word. Or really the GW words.

Whatever. I'm not going to use them.

Yet.