If my wife was high on meth, ecstasy, crack and whatever else it took for her to try and give my booze addled, greasy, unshowered and generally disgusting self a bloagie...
I would turn it down.
Luckily no chance of that.
Same with a .45 smokepole.
Drizzled and flurries all yesterday at 33. Degrees. The front is here. It is absolutely ripping up on the mountain behind the house at about 1500-1600 feet elevation.
That's never a good sign.