Sun dog, Grange

When I got up this morning, a murky and almost tropically warm one, I knew we were in for a substantial weather change. My pain and stiffness level, which had settled into predictable but not debilitating mode, escalated, and I was really, really sore. But as has been the case, it lessens throughout the day, and by late afternoon, I was ready to try something I hadn't done since Lyme reared its wrist-sapping head: I was going to saddle up and go for a bike ride. My legs needed this, and if, with the wrist braces, I could figure out a way to keep my hands from shock absorption, I'd be OK. Turns out that it wasn't as hard as I thought it would be, and in short order, I was happily cruising along, just like old times. When I was in the back stretch of my ride, I noticed something in the sky: a sun dog, which is caused by a prism effect of light going through ice crystals in the atmosphere. Sun dogs augur a change in the weather and, sure enough when I checked the forecast, we were in for something significant—plenty of rain... maybe even a hurricane. No wonder my joints were so riled. They knew.