Indiana's not like that. At least part of Indiana isn't. Fort Wayne seems to be located in this strange corner of Indiana that toys with any and all fronts that dare to make it this far. I don't even know why the members of our resident, toothy and briskly suited television weather brigade even bother. It's like some pathetic little farce they put on every night at 6:10 - All Dressed Up with More Lies to Tell. Their forecasts are always wrong. If you follow the forecasts from the Weather Channel for this area (ZIP code 46807), you'll see that they change as the day goes on. It was supposed to snow this morning. Then they said it was supposed to rain. It did neither. It was clear all day until about 4. Then it was supposed to be clear this week and snow on Friday. Now it's supposed to snow tomorrow and Wednesday and be clear the rest of the week.
See. It's like life. Don't bother predicting, I say. Keep planning to the bare minimum. You never know what's going to happen. After all - if you'd been asked to predict your life's course twenty years ago, would your vision even have been able to begin to see where you are now? No? And isn't it better that way?