Tonight's Weather Forecast

Look (for those of you who hold me to every day writing). It was a holiday weekend and I stayed far away from my office and hence my computer. Then I got sick from either:

A) some nasty bout of allergies (which up until now I have successfully avoided in my life)

B) some heinous on again off again lime-green-snot cold.

C) a weird flu which I will call the rodent flu (why further malign pigs at this point?) where my body temp was actually 3 degrees lower than it should have been. I call it the rodent flu because you feel like a rat hell bent on just surviving by any means necessary. (Ed. Note: NOT Hanta Virus)

D) All of the freaking above.

This past SaturdayI rode the mountain bike for 3 hours. Next day spent in bed. Had a great Memorial day with the family and a loooong ride on Speedy, next day in the office my head starting drooping at 7am and by 4pm I was asleep and I must have slept about 22 hours. Whatever, all life keeps going anyway. Nobody really cares besides so I don’t expect sympathy for slacking off and not posting any bloggishness…

So? Here it is:

Tonight...Cloudy with a 50 percent chance of rain. Near steady temperature around 50. East winds 5 to 10 mph.

Thursday...Rain likely. Near steady temperature in the lower 50s. East winds 5 to 10 mph with gusts up to 20 mph. Chance of rain 70 percent.

Thursday Night...Cloudy. Rain likely...mainly in the evening. Near steady temperature in the lower 50s. East winds 5 to 10 mph. Chance of rain 60 percent.

See what I mean? It's almost f-in June!!! Don’t mind me, I’m just a reflection of this wacky New England weather. Hey! Anyone got a job in Encinitas California? I can drink coffee, check the surfcasts, keep the bikes happy and write. $100k/yr and I’m in.

I do miss wearing flip flops 364 ½ days a year truth be told. That and the killer burritos washed down with a Pacifico at Las Olas…ahhh.

Ok, Ok. I’m going back to bed.

Love y’all.
J

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