Siobhan: Holy crap! It’s snowing!
Tata: Where…where are you?
Siobhan: Bridgewater. Why?
Tata: Because here it’s sunny and windy.
Siobhan: You would not believe how much snow is on my windshield!
Tata: Maybe you have your own weather now. It wouldn’t be unheard of. Think back: did you call the Chinese place and order a frozen microburst?
As soon as we swore to be mortal enemies and hung up on each other – our customary sign-off – I observed what looked like a very sunny blizzard on the street in front of my house and clear blue sky in my backyard. So naturally I wondered if my house was approaching the speed of light and how much Dramamine I might need for that.
Poor Impulse Control 
Wait! Why wasn’t I notified of this? I was requesting my own weather before it was cool. The nerve.
Having your own weather is a highly overrated concept. For instance: who do you ask if you’ll need an umbrella?
No. It doesn’t matter now. I have unpredictable dogs now. We won’t have time for umbrellas.
Miep, are you Sasha?