The forecast for Minneapolis, as reported this morning by the Strib:
Tonight’s low of 33 degrees will be the coldest of the season, and a cool week is in store after relatively warm highs in the 60s over the weekend. Highs this week will be mainly in the 50s with lows in the mid- to upper 30s. Frost is possible each night through Saturday.
The forecast for Houston (from the Chronicle):
Today: Mostly sunny. Highs in the lower 80s. Southeast winds around 5 mph. Tonight: Partly cloudy. Lows around 60. Southeast winds around 5 mph. [The rest of the week looks pretty much the same. We might see some rain on Wednesday.]
It’s been a quiet week here in Cypress, my current hometown… but the weekend made up for it. By attending a party on Saturday & hitting a sports bar on Sunday, I brought the number of times I’ve gone into the city to do stuff up to four (an increase of 100%!). I managed to overcome my shyness and my fear of strangers long enough to have a great time at the party–met some cool people, engaged in interesting conversations, etc. Many thanks to Amanda for persisting in her efforts to get me out of my apartment. And for throwing a good party.
Sunday’s trip to Lucky’s Pub to watch the Vikings game with friends was a mixture of positives and negatives. Positives: nice place, decent food, good company; the three of us weren’t the only Vikes fans there, either. The big negative, of course, was the game itself. My forehead was a little sore after the 400th time I clapped a hand to it in disbelief. Simultaneously watching the Cowboys take a beating on the big screen was some consolation, but not much. Oddly enough, I got into a fairly intense discussion with the manager about politics; I can now say that I know three liberals in the state of Texas. (Counting the Dixie Chicks, there are at least seven of us!)
The drive home after the game was enlivened by the fact that my GPS wanted me to drive directly through the middle of the art fair. My refusal to do this made her very testy. She kept saying “Recalculating…” in that icy tone of hers as I tried to find a road out of town.
