To pass the time and avoid talking about the weather I now tell people I’m an Olympic hopeful. No, you don’t have to fill out any forms. 2030 Winter Olympics in France? I’m a lock to medal in Competitive Napping. Sleep Number (call me). Also willing to consider riding a La-Z-Boy recliner down the bunny slope as long as there are drone shots. As a meteorologist I’m struck by the painful irony of falling snow making it harder for all these super-athletes to compete.
Welcome to early April! Models aren’t good at predicting extremes, but I expect many records to fall as highs reach 50 degrees this weekend; 20 to 30 degrees above average.
It cools off next week with a heightened risk (opportunity?) for accumulating snow late Tuesday into Thursday. Possibly enough to shovel and plow, but this far out a snowfall prediction isn’t science. No, winter isn’t over, but I don’t see any polar jabs (subzero highs) into late February.
Come to think of it, gracefully falling on ice should be an Olympic sport, too?
