Well, there’s no longer any doubt that our weather has assumed a full-blown freak mode. And it could very well keep its freak on until the fall running of the mullet. In just one week, and excluding the immense storm the Friday before last, we were nailed three times by ferocious, ferrous-scented thunderboomers.

I just had to include that “ferrous-scented” thing since I read reports of – and experienced myself- an utterly odd metal-ish smell in the air at the height of the largest of the…