Dire Predictions

It was going to be 37 degrees yesterday they said. In fact, it was going to be a scorcher! They implied that they almost feared for our survival.

Seriously?

The weather service has seemingly been so keen on ratings just lately that they regularly predict weather Armageddon.

And yesterday, the sun barely came out, the cool breeze never stopped blowing and I think it got to a rather mild feeling 33 degrees.

I think the whole star-of-your-own-show which surely is the bullshit that has been foist upon us by social media, now seems to have infected the news and weather services.

"Look at us! Look at us! We're all going to die."

37 degrees used to be just summer, blue skies, time to get outside and enjoy it, now it is a trigger warning.

Get you bike out and go for a ride. Go to the beach. Head off with your boat and go water skiing on a lake with your cousins, as we used to do.

37 degrees once just meant good weather and fun times.

Yeah, sure, we all learned how to wear a hat and sun screen, but that was just science doing what science does.

Now, we are told, be warned today it is going to be the hottest day since, well, yesterday, with a breathy sense of urgency.

Just sayin'. I think it is curious. That's all.

I'm sure we can probably (sure and probably in the same sentence?) blame Generation Snowflake for this.

Remember star fingers instead of clapping, as some people find clapping an anxiety trigger.