The Never Ending Winter

I woke up this morning to 22 degrees. No minus sign before the number either. I was beginning to think the thermometer got stuck every morning at MINUS 8.

This seems to be the winter that just will not end. I can’t recall one with such a sustained period of cold. Nights on end with temperatures below zero.

It doesn’t help that I think we must live on some sort of polar dark hole. The weather map on the morning news shows temperatures all around us in the single digits. And the cold spot on the maps? Right here in my backyard. Then again, is there all that much difference between single digits and MINUS single digits? Cold is cold.

But there’s hope. The long range forecast calls for the mid fifties next weekend. I’m not sure I believe the weathermen, though. I suspect they’re throwing us a bone. Something to look forward to so we don’t all start throwing ourselves off the Pittsburgh bridges.

Of course, we’d only go PLINK on the ice because the famous three rivers are FROZEN.



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