It's been a 10 days since we broke the story about Gary England's upcoming departure as our state's Severe Weather Lord, Savior and Commander-in-Chief. Life has been partly cloudy with a chance of drizzle ever since.
If you're like me, you're probably in the "bargaining" stage of grief. For the past couple of days, I've found myself constantly thinking "David Payne can't be bad," or "At least Gary is staying on as the Vice-President of Weather Development." That's kind of depressing in its own right, but at least I've finally stopped pacing around my backyard shouting out random hail stone sizes. That was awkward, and I'm pretty sure the reason my crazy neighbor shot me with a pellet gun. Hopefully the reoccurring dream where Gary and I ride a luckdragon through the Arbuckle Mountains ends soon, too.