I had a first this morning. A frosty first, you might call it.
The clock in my car also has a thermometer.
When I got in and finally got the cranky engine to turn over, I glanced at the clock. It registered 14 degrees, the coldest I can remember seeing on it.
That didn’t last long.
Just a couple miles down the road I looked back at it – and almost ran off the road.
8 degrees. Single digits.
Bundle up if you’re going out there this morning, folks.
It’s the kind of cold that smacks you in the face the second you open the door.
Here’s a ray of hope. They are saying we could actually hit the 40s next week.
And pitchers and catchers report to Clearwater in 30 days.
I feel warmer already.
The clock in my car also has a thermometer.
When I got in and finally got the cranky engine to turn over, I glanced at the clock. It registered 14 degrees, the coldest I can remember seeing on it.
That didn’t last long.
Just a couple miles down the road I looked back at it – and almost ran off the road.
8 degrees. Single digits.
Bundle up if you’re going out there this morning, folks.
It’s the kind of cold that smacks you in the face the second you open the door.
Here’s a ray of hope. They are saying we could actually hit the 40s next week.
And pitchers and catchers report to Clearwater in 30 days.
I feel warmer already.
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