Choosing the Proper Forecaster
I’ll admit it: I was too darn lazy to watch the Monday evening/late-night news, so I missed the updated forecast explaining that both my communting walks would be with pieces of frozen water blowing into my eyes and cheeks (which are about the only bits of exposed Sherri once I bundle up for the cold mornings).
Of course, if I’d remembered to check the Philly Weather Blog, I woulda known better.
That’ll learn me.
And just one quick “Cold Weather Addendum” to Friday’s Manifesto:
I love my mittens for keeping my hands warm on days like this. I do not enjoy how those mittens keep me from making the emotive gestures I might otherwise choose to make towards exceptionally inconsiderate cold weather drivers. (Yes, lady with the cigarette dangling out of your mouth at 21st and Race who pulled your car ALL THE WAY INTO the crosswalk and had the nerve to give ME the stink-eye when I crossed with the green light in front of your car–at some small risk to myself because I almost had to step into the flow of traffic going with the green light on 21st–yes, that means you.)