Do I look like Buster Poindexter to you?
Today, we came within shouting distance of a new record temperature for this date.
The mercury climbed to 93 degrees (that's Fahrenheit, for the benefit of those in other localities not tethered to our arcane system of weights and measures) at its peak, just two degrees shy of a mark set in 1931.
It was hot all over the region. Even in perpetually cool San Francisco, they were looking at 92.
Ironically, exactly one year ago, we set a record for low temperatures on April 20, bottoming out at a chilly 32. The high that day was a still-brisk 58.
A lot can change in a single orbit around the sun.
The average high for this date is 70. We usually don't see weather this toasty until at least mid-May.
Stupid global warming.
The mercury climbed to 93 degrees (that's Fahrenheit, for the benefit of those in other localities not tethered to our arcane system of weights and measures) at its peak, just two degrees shy of a mark set in 1931.
It was hot all over the region. Even in perpetually cool San Francisco, they were looking at 92.
Ironically, exactly one year ago, we set a record for low temperatures on April 20, bottoming out at a chilly 32. The high that day was a still-brisk 58.
A lot can change in a single orbit around the sun.
The average high for this date is 70. We usually don't see weather this toasty until at least mid-May.
Stupid global warming.
Labels: Aimless Riffing, My Home Town, Ripped From the Headlines, Signs of the Apocalypse, Taking Umbrage, Weird Science
SwanShadow was randomly pounding the keyboard at 9:20 PM
2 insisted on sticking two cents in:
And my intelligent 16 year old offspring says global warming doesn't exist!
I say she has another think coming!
Donna: Don't be too hard on Miss A. I think some (but certainly not all) of the science is a mite sketchy myself. Days like these make one wonder, though.
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