Throwback Thursday. 1980. 8th grade. Not only is my hair uneven, too long, and asymmetrical it’s probably greasy too. I probably wore my best old hockey jersey to school that day for pictures.
Ah, junior high school, I miss you so much.
This is why today I don’t mind even one tiny bit being bald. I’m atoning for past hair sins.
It was a fantastic day for my bike ride. Sunny with a nice temperature and little wind. I chose a scenic route that took me past two beaches full of appropriately attired women soaking up the sun. Sorry, no pictures because I don’t use my phone while driving a car or a bicycle. Well that and some people get a little creeped out.
What I liked about today’s weather report was the honesty of it. The thermometer read 82 degrees. The feels like temperature was 82 degrees.
Hey, if I enjoy seeing 82 degrees on the thermometer you bet I want it to feel like 82 degrees. I don’t want it to feel like 71 or 146 nor do I want it to feel like a rotten pumpkin or indigestion. When I eat strawberry ice cream I want it to taste like strawberry ice cream, not chicken.
The feels like number starts with a simple measurement of temperature using a thermometer. Then people who have the AMS seal earn extra money by calculating a few other things.
People in the rain forest boast of surviving air that feels like 120 despite the mercury saying it’s 90. Those in cold places can brag how hearty they are. “Well Jim, it’s 30 degrees but it feels like 15. Yeah, I realize there’s a TWSS joke in there somewhere.
What affects the feels like number? Wind speed matters. I hate wind like warm beer. The weather guys also factor in the dew point. I can describe what a dew point is as well as I can explain the ingredients in Mountain Dew. There may be some dice rolling too. And not Monopoly or casino dice but some of that Dungeons and Dragon crazy dice.
I’m a simple guy. When 82 feels like 82 I’m very happy.
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Mugshot Monday - rhabdomylosis edition
In the ER because of course I am.
So not only did LRG not abscond with my dog to Ohio, her dog at this moment is sitting at my feet as I work from home today. Jillian is going to like Minnesota.
3 women. 2 phones. 1 cake. 4 dogs.
Littlerunnergurl - oh my gosh you guys she really is little!
LRG cooked us a huge dinner of authentic manicotti (made with crepes) and a Guinness chocolate cake with Bailey’s Irish cream salted caramel frosting.
Tomorrow we sweat off all those calories at a Tough Mudder event.
Wow. All her big plans about absconding with Ella and taking her to Ohio sure didn’t work out for Littlerunnergurl.
In fact, as I sit here eating breakfast I have not the usual three but now four dogs watching. Folks, meet LRG’s dog Jillian who at this moment is paying attention to me and not LRG.
Ella has been showing Jillian around the back yard and even explained her diva tendencies around eating only out of the bowl on the right.