Back to Talking About the Weather

I suppose I should be making predictions about who's going to win the game tonight -- France or Italy (yes, i do know which teams are playing, believe it or not). After all, either way I'd have a 50 percent chance of being right. But I'd rather talk about these amazing clouds that have been appearing outside our living room window: really large, luminous, edible-looking clouds that make me feel like I'm in a Tiepolo or French 18th century painting. You know, the kind with those pink-cheeked ladies swinging on ribboned baskets out in the lush countryside, while peasants toil in the background (dreaming of the day when they can finally go on strike...)