Yeah, it’s May. And it’s shaping up to be one of those weird Mays, where it’s not pretty, temperate, and a gentle transition into my most dreaded of seasons – Summer.
Oh, noes – not hardly.
Here in Pcola, we’ve gone from a below-average temp April (it averaged four degrees cooler than last year) to a dry, blistering ten days of May as abruptly as if someone had hit a proverbial on-off switch. I am delighted my a/c guys found that funky capacitor and changed it out when they were here a couple of weeks ago for the tune-up, as that sucker is getting a workout already.
Sitting here parched and toasty while parts of Texas have been super wet. Dangerously unstable systems marching across the state and through the plains have been dumping boatloads of water and spawning astonishing amounts of really nasty tornadic activity. Part of what’s feeding those supercells is the warm Gulf…
