Late yesterday afternoon it was 71 degrees when we went to bed it was still unusually warm. The winds aloft roared and I knew thunderstorms were on the way.
Acorns from the water oak in the front yard began pinging the roof about 10 minutes before the rain came. Thankfully, all the thunder and lightning never materialized. But once the rain raced off to the northeast, the temp dropped like a stone.
Jilda is painting the last of her Christmas cards so I've spent most of the day on the couch. I'm feeling better every day, but I still don't feel like dancing.
I didn't have any photos, so I looked back through my Google Photos and found a picture I shot last December.