Fair Warning
Sorry Midwest, Our bad. Judging from the wind that battered our house last night and continued into the wee hours of the morning, typhoon Nuri looks to be a real doozy. The temperature soared into the forties and every flake of snow that was in the backyard is gone this morning. Green grass! If I didn’t know better I’d mow it today.
Elsewhere on the Internets Nuri is being called the Bering Bomb. 924 millibars at Nuri’s center. I’m no meteorologist, but from what I gather that’s not very many millibars of pressure. In fact, it’s supposedly near the record of the lowest ever measured. Consequently, the jet stream, which placidly moves along west to east under ordinary circumstances has been shoved northward by Nuri, which in turn will pull a lot of really cold air from the Arctic down over the Midwest. Get out your jammies, folks, it’s gonna get chilly your way for a while:
I know, I know. We — Humans — have only our greenhouse-gas-belching selves to blame for the increase in the severity and frequency of these calamitous storms (although it’s a mistake to hold cows blameless). But while the scientific witch hunt for the real culprit of global warming is conducted I would just like to point out that forties in November in Anchorage ain’t such a bad thing.