Fair skies? Uh... yeah. My uvula just snapped to attention. But before I allow my 'fleshy extension at the back of the soft palate that hangs above the throat' to commence slinging my favorite epithet at the Weather Guessers, aka the Wee-Gees, I must query Google as to the exact definition of 'fair skies'.
...
Alrighty then,
The National Weather Service defines the sky in fair condition if it meets the following criteria: Less than 40% cloud cover, no precipitation and no extreme weather.
Okay... decisions, decisions...
I can't make up my mind! I'm leaning toward the WeeGees side on this. I mean the sky looks more than 40 percent covered when looking to the SW, but a glance to the NE
and we have clearer looking skies.
I'm calling it.
It's a no go. My poor uvula. Got excited for nothing.
-Heavy Sigh-
On the other hand, it's quite a relief to finally make a decision. Incredible how indecision can be so burdensome.
The rest of the weather breakfast is... c'mon phone, do your thing...
45° of fabulous air, calm winds and 93 humidity.
YUMMY!
Oooo, a chance of rain!
Settle down, Uvula. There'll be no slinging today.
No visitors. I think that may be the norm from now on. Too dark. Nothing is awake.
Well, there was my Shadowself, playing in the streetlight.
But that's just not the same.
I got nuttin', obviously. So I'm shuttin' up now.
Grab all the Brain food you can, Travelers. The cost is really minimal (just a little effort) and there is more than enuf to go around!!
Vivi Ridi Ama
