It’s a beautifully temperate 77° Wednesday morning here in Littleton, although it is quite smoky. It will be warmer later… forecast to be 91°. Here’s our view of the smoke-obscured foothills.
Our smoky view of Pikes Peak, which is usually visible just over the trees on our south horizon. Tongue in cheek… no, you can’t see it, and I can’t either.
The retired meteorologist that I follow on Facebook is experimenting with using Centigrade for all his temperature measurements… so for the metrically-oriented (do I even know anyone like that?), our high is heading for 33°C. And out in Maine, where we would have been today, and for the 4th, were it not for my earlier medical issue, it’s currently 30°C at the Wiscassett airport, but only 22°C at Harpswell, which is closer to the cool breezes of the Atlantic ocean.
Boo. Sad to be missing my cousins. I’m using my souvenir mugs from a previous trip for my morning lattes, during this period when we would have been there.
