A couple of days ago, it was in the 40’s around here. Now, granted, that’s not exactly *BALMY*, but you can do stuff like “take the bin to the curb” without having to put a jacket on first. If you’re wearing a flannel shirt, you might not need to put on a jacket to go to the store.
Well, overnight, we got The Bomb Cyclone:
Watch as the cold front moved through downtown #Denver. Timelapse from ~4:15-4:35pm this afternoon:#9wx #COwx pic.twitter.com/FpIMdef9uR
— Chris Bianchi (@BianchiWeather) December 22, 2022
That’s positively *NUTS*. I know that we are at -12 right now and, two days ago, we weren’t.
Luckily, we have a duvet. Maribou got it for me a decade or so ago. It’s a king-sized one and it has a denim cover. It weighs about as much as a small car. We transferred it from the very top of the corner where it’s stored to the bed last night and, lemme tell ya, that was freakin’ awesome. I woke up a little a couple of times because I had trouble rolling over and my brain told me to wake up a little in order to give a little more roll-over power but, seriously, it was worth it.
The duvet will probably have to go back once the weather stabilizes again and nights are merely cold and no longer Fuh-huh-REEEEEEZ-ing (despite the fact that the temperature in the house is more or less the same under both circumstances) but I am pleased to be in the middle of duvet weather again even if it is right before Christmas.
Though I do prefer the big fluffy flakes that you see in the trailers to Hallmark Christmas movies to the sandy gritty snow you get during an bomb cyclone… but you can’t have everything.
Speaking of which, it’s Christmas weekend! How did *THAT* happen? I finished up the last piece of work at around 6:30 tonight and made sure that there were no new emails in the email box and turned in my timesheet and rebooted my boxes and HOLY COW I DON’T HAVE TO WORK AGAIN UNTIL NEXT YEAR.
Saturday Night, we’re going over to Mom’s with a DVD of Muppet Christmas Carol (last year we watched Albert Finney’s “Scrooge”) and we’re going to have roast beast and talk about memories but only the nice ones.
Sunday Afternoon, we’re going over to the sister’s with Uno Flip and some presents for the nephews and some ice cream from Cold Stone and an agreement that we’re going to leave as soon as we need to But Not Before.
And hoping that we have a Merry Christmas and hoping that you have one too.
(Featured Image is “Silly Pretzel”. Photo taken by Maribou.)
Here in Fort Collins, temperature decline from Wednesday’s high to Friday’s low: 63 degrees (all temperatures in this comment in °F). Downslope winds are supposed to start tonight, so forecast temperature increase from Friday’s low to Sunday’s high: 66 degrees. Should be a working demonstration of why the indigenous peoples called them “snow eaters”. I’ve lived along the northern Front Range long enough that I don’t think of those numbers as particularly freakish. It’s just something that happens from time to time.
Since fifth grade, I’ve been interested in indigenous origin stories, in the sense of what things does the mythology try to explain? The Blackfeet peoples lived in Montana on the plains east of the mountains. One of their main origin myths explains where the winds came from. Worth noting that the world record for temperature increase over 24 hours is from that area. 103 degrees, from -54 to 49. Now that’s a snow eater.Report
103 degrees? I’d have a headache for a week!Report
Maribou tells me that it was 20 below last night at midnight and it’s going to be 45 degrees tomorrow around noon.
So that’s 65 degrees in 36 hours.
Yes, we are both working on headaches.Report
I’m pleased it’s warming up. New doggo needs a good run!Report
Happy holidays all! Tonight I’m heading up to Milwaukee to hear a live trio performance of Vince Guaraldi’s Charlie Brown Christmas, weather be damned.
By next Thursday it’s supposed to be 50 here in Chicago, so I’m not too concerned about the negative temps this weekend. I’m just glad we got hardly any snow this time.Report