I answer to Paul, Doug and various expletives. Long story. Thursday my sister, Joan, who moved here in July after spending her entire life in Pennsylvania, said: “Doug, this is an advection fog right?” I nearly fell off the sofa. She was right, and I’m proud of her.
America is a nation of armchair meteorologists, but Minnesotans know the difference between sleet and freezing rain, a wall cloud and a shelf cloud, and Alberta clippers and the Miami Heat. It gives us all something to commiserate about other than politics or the Vikings.
The latest clipper iced up the Twin Ports, but it’s zipping east. I expect a dry sky Friday and Saturday, when the sun may peek out with low to mid 40s. Soak up any relative warmth, because the mercury tumbles into the teens by Sunday afternoon with a noticeable windchill. I see slaps of cold, but no prolonged polar punishment; no evidence of subzero air locked in for days or weeks at a time.
We love our weather mumbo-jumbo. Don’t get me started on the “polar vortex.”
