Low: 50 degrees Fahrenheit
And a 60% chance of rain.
Hey! We'll take the rain. That's what we call "weather" around here!
We wish it would snow. We wish our windows would frost, and school would close. We wish we could sled down our driveway, and drink hot cocoa around a campfire. We wish we could cuddle and huddle, while wind blows at the doors. Snowmen, angels, lacy flakes on our woolen mittens... okay, we don't have woolen mittens, or sleds, and the only dusting on our lawn is from sidewalk chalk... but the dream lives. The irrational frivolous, marvelous, wintery dream lives!