The weather forecast says a stray thunderstorm is possible here this evening. Stray? Okay, it’s a perfectly good adjective for the very high improbability that we will get any rain at all. It just struck me as funny.
The temperature reached 100 this afternoon with a ‘feels like’ of 111. The forecast high was 97. Tomorrow’s forecast high is 100… I hope the error is on the high side unlike today’s error.
And what does my husband decide to do during the hottest part of the day? Mow the lawn. While I’m not known for being a particularly over-concerned wife about most of his activities, I asked him to wait until tomorrow morning to do that. Neither of us are known for being fussy about how manicured our lawn looks, so I figured it didn’t matter much.
I think it rather surprised him that I was concerned enough to take him a glass of cold water while he was out there.