Today I learned that the important number in the weather forecast is not the High... but the Low. Because even as I left the house this morning I was thinking to myself, "how cold can it really get if the High for the day is 65?"
Well, when you live in St. Louis, the answer is: 20 degrees.
Even at 1:30pm when I went to church to study inbetween classes, it was nearing 70 degrees and it felt HOT! I left my fleece in the car because I knew that even if it did get a little cooler, I was parked right next to the building.
An hour later I emerged from the building to find that it had dropped at least 20 degrees, and the wind was whipping around furiously, smacking twigs into my poor car as I drove back to school.
Halfway through my class (around 4 pm), it was 30 degrees and snowing lightly. And by the time I headed home, I was very grateful that I had at least thought to put gloves in the pockets of my fleece jacket because as I walked to my car, I had to be sure to breath with my mouth closed because otherwise my teeth hurt from the cold wind... CRAZY!
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