Like most of us across 2/3 of the US I went to bed last night fearing the onslaught of the storm that forecasters were calling the worst in decades. Being firmly within the band of ice shown on all the weather maps I expected awakening to my porch doors being frozen shut solidly.
So I open my eyes bright and early today and venture forth, coffee in hand to survey the damage. Imagine my consternation at bright, clear, star-filled skies and a temperature in the upper 40's?! By 9AM the sun burned fiercely bright, heralding a lovely day?! By 10AM the temperatures had broached 50 degrees? Thunder rumbled ominously?!
Lightning - and even a rainbow - shot across the sky? I checked my calendar and sure enough it was February 2nd and I was still in the Laurel Highlands of Western PA.
It is now 5 PM and the temp has fallen over 25 degrees in 5 hours. The winds are at 25-30 mph and snow is blowing blindingly across the parking lots. Folks are scurrying for cover. It seems that the morning was a myth of short-lived eminence.
What strange tricks this weather plays (and the weather persons too! - How do I get one of those jobs)
Stay warm. Enjoy a good fire, some hearty beef stew and a glass of fine red wine. Punxatawny Phil didn't see his shadow today and it is good to know spring will be here soon - NOT!
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