All evening there's been a steady roar outside, punctuated by heavy gusts slamming into the house. By morning the gusts to 50mph should be down to gusts to 30mph.
Last night the temps were in the 60s until I went to bed. Still 57°F around noon. I guess the temp peaked at around 64°F to 68°F -- and dropped ten degrees when the storm front went through. 46°F into the evening. 39°F now.
I mention these not to brag or whine or shock, but because I get fascinated by the weather. It's mid-November and, as the Gordon Lightfoot song goes, the gales of November are something to be reckoned with. We're better at -- though not perfect -- predicting weather, so I hope that the ship's at sea in the Great Lakes weren't out in this. Or at least knew what they're doing.
I'll stay ashore, thank you. And hunker down in my little house. The one with the hurricane rated roof.
Dr. Phil
