Friday morning, Local Weather was 89 at the coast. Left out of Fulton, headed home early for appointments. It had been brutally windy, the previous two days, hard to fish, not impossible. Grabbed a big cup of coffee, and motored away.
Hit wind, rain, plummeting temperatures. Thermometer on the car’s dash said, 68. Then 64, and finally 58. Later, back in San Antonio, I saw 48 on one reading, so, that blew my “3 inches of rain, ￼30 degree drop, 30 miles.
Dropped 40 degrees.
Some surprise, I was wearing shorts, sandals, and a floral shirt.
This really happens. I’ll be back in shorts again by the end of today. Warming up nicely.