"Here is my card. It's got my cell number, my pager number, my home number, and my other pager number. I never take vacations, I never get sick, and I don't celebrate any major holidays." ~ DKS 2007
I was out sick today. Make note of that, as I take fewer sick days than Dwight K. Schrute. Anyway, it's just a cold and a sore throat or something. I'm sure I'll be back operating at my usual 30% of capacity in no time.
Anyway, in the midst of my sick day Office-viewing marathon, I uncharacteristically watched not one, but two local weather forecasts this evening. Have I ever told you how much I adore our local weather forecasters and the how-many-jellybeans-in-the-jar-like job they do of guessing, er, predicting the weather? I'm sure I've mentioned it a time or twelve. In passing, of course.
Well tonight, I observed two distinct differences in these two forecasts. (Warning: What follows may alarm and further confuse you.)
Channel A said there was a 40% chance of rain on Wednesday. They also said that the high on Friday would be 81.
Channel B said it would be sunny on Wednesday. And that the high on Friday would be 69.
Now if you've been practicing your flash cards, you've already figured out that is a twelve degree difference in the high temperature on Friday at two television stations located in the same city, probably not five miles from each other. And good luck figuring out if it's gonna rain Wednesday or not.
And that, in a nutshell, is why I pay no attention to the weather forecast.
"The weather is here, I wish you were beautiful. My thoughts aren't too clear, but don't run away..."