Wow! What a difference a few hours makes. Last night I was sitting at a football game (the first postseason game for our local high school team since 1993!) and it was beautiful. 68 degrees and a nice warm breeze blowing. We lost the football game, but the evening was incredible. Filled with the sounds of the bands playing, the crowd cheering, and the smell of popcorn and hot dogs. Good friends and a great evening. It was perfect.
And then we headed home from the game. And then it started raining. And the wind began to howl. All night long it rained and the wind beat raindrops against the window right next to our bed. And this morning, it is 37 degrees. And the rain is still falling. And the wind is still howling. And that mean old Mr. Weatherman even said we MIGHT get a few snowflakes this afternoon before this little squall moves through. YUCK. I hope you are WRONG Mr. Weatherman. I want yesterday back!