A cold front blew through last night, and after the attending wind, rain, and blowdown, we've been left with a grey, dreary day- the kind you don't see much of 'round these parts this time of years. Where the high yesterday was 85, it's 57 right and unlikely to get much warmer. It's too chilly to wear shorts today, and there really is a refreshing, wonderful nip in the air.
OK, I realize that to someone living in the Great White North, a day like today might seem like a godsend after a long, cold winter. Things are a bit different down here, though. It's been in the mid-80s for most of the past week, and it really has been T-shirts and shorts weather. This afternoon, though, the skies are growing increasingly and menacingly grey and mean.
Here it is, one o' clock in the afternoon, and it looks like nightfall. Ah, well, perhaps I really will just spend the afternoon watching the Masters. It's not as if I'm going to be able to play any golf today.
And yes, the moment we've all been waiting for...monsoon season just started....
