On my way to work yesterday morning, the external temperature gauge in my van showed 65°F (18°C).
By lunchtime, the temperature had risen to 75°F (24°C).
I had to pick up SuperBoy early from the sitter yesterday afternoon; when I left work at 1:55, the temperature was 77°F (25°).
When I arrived at the sitter’s house seven minutes later, the wind was blowing and the temperature was 57°F (14°C). That’s right. A twenty-degree drop in seven minutes. The cold front blew in just that quickly.
By the time I picked up The Drama Queen and Miss Attitude from gymnastics at 5:30, it was 44°F (7°C).
This morning we awoke to find a light layer of snow, slushy roads and frigid temperatures. (28°F (-2°C))
With weather changes that drastic and that quick, I’m forecasting snotty noses, asthma trouble and chest colds, with a 60% chance of a trip to the pediatrician’s office next week.
“Conversation about the weather is the last refuge of the unimaginative.”