The old adage, "when it rains, it pours" was working overtime in Dallas this past weekend. Haven't seen snow on the ground for a couple of years and while opening the door to get a good feel for festive winter awakening, looking out the window was just fine. The gauge on the porch seemed to be pegged at about 5° F. The wind chills down the brick in the winter and holds the cold, while in the summer, the sun beats down on them and drives the hand around the numbers and pegs them at that 120°F reading. Love Field is always more warmer in the winter and cooler in the summer than my porch.
My last trip out found me having to pull out some cash for a bus ticket because I had t put my phone on charge and left the house with it still plugged in on the charger. By the time I got to the bus stop and discovered my forgetfulness, I was not about to walk back to get the phone. Then during the trip, I was going to check my steps and realized, "hey, I do that on my phone". So those steps were lost for the days tally.
Never-the-less, I found another telephone pole were the summer's heat had melted the tar on this one as bad as the first one I found. The tar pooled up on the sidewalk below the pole like the first one.
Set a new record yesterday at 85,000 Mega Watts of Electricity demand and the grid held!
