
Almost home after walking in the cold rain to the grocery store to get lemons and fresh dill for the salmon I’m going to cook for supper. Snug and dry in my gore-tex rain suit. 📷 @mbfeb

Half because “reflect” was the micro.blog photo blogging prompt word, and half channeling dmych, I grabbed this while waiting for the bus on the way home from Esperanto. 📷 #mbfeb
I had not previously been aware of the site Forecast Advisor, which tracks weather forecasting apps and compares their forecasts to the actual weather in whatever specific place you care about.
Of course, accuracy is not a perfect metric for usefulness—a weather app that’s close enough that I’m wearing the right clothes for the day is more useful than one that’s usually one degree closer, but misses major turns in the weather.
This post exists purely for the purpose of unlocking the Halloween pin on micro.blog. I apologize for the bandwidth consumed. Oh, and here’s a picture of our Halloween weather:

Highest amounts [of rain] in eastern Illinois along and east of I-57.
Hydrologic outlook
If I got any easterner, I’d be markedly less along I-57.
Meteorologists warned residents from Sebastian Inlet in Central Florida to Surf City, N.C., that they faced “a danger of life-threatening inundation from rising water.”
New York Times
Seriously, if you’re facing “a danger of life-threatening inundation,” having it be from rising water is really a best-case scenario. Imagine it being rising mercury. Or rising methanol. Or rising lava.
I mean, really—even it were puppies, that’s not going to make “a danger of life-threatening inundation” any better.

It’s the sort of deliciously cool day that would be a wonderful break from hot summer weather, if it didn’t fill me with horrible forebodings of the coming dark days of winter.

For the past three days the high has been supposed to be over 70 tomorrow, and each day when tomorrow comes, the high gets downgraded into the 60s. What’s up with that?