53º was forecast to be our lowest temp during this norther. It is 41º this morning. Oh, sure, in the frozen northland, that would be a balmy day in mid-November. But, this is the Tropical Tip. The wind is howling; palm branches litter the streets. Rain is pelting. Wind is gusting to 35 mph.
Two thirds of the country is under the influence of this weather system. And there is another one coming a few days after this one. Right now, the weather weasels are predicting that we will get into the 70s for the weekend, and then cold again.
We didn't leave the house yesterday. I did open the door yesterday to see how raw it felt outside. Raw. Little Izzy looked up and me and said, "You aren't going out in that, are you? Oh, and don't even think about putting a sweater on me."
We are meeting Herb and Wilma for lunch today, so we'll have to get some coats out of the back of the closet. And a hat. And gloves. Sheesh.
You think I joke too much about the weather weasels? Current weather, according to them...
Sunny?? Really? This is what it looks like out the door to our deck...
In the words of Bill Withers: ain't no sunshine.
And for my C-Brat buddy Charlie: "temp is 41º... feels like 31º" Yeah, we've got "wind chill." ;-)
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