This is just a pack of misrepresentations.
For readers in Athens, Atlanta, Macon, Memphis and (shudder) Ohio, I will give you the real truth behind this story.
Today is one of those days I shoulda called in sick to work and went on down to the beach. That's right, hinterlanders, Weather Channel may say it feels like 72 degrees down here, but that's just to keep y'all from abandonin' y'all's posts all points north.
The thermometer may say it's 72, but it feels like 85, with a soft breeze out of the south. But you're still gonna warm up nicely just by steppin' outside the office. If I was at the beach and laying in the sun, enjoying a frosty beverage, I would get sun-burned.
It is not 'mostly cloudy' or even 'partly cloudy.' It's thinkin' it may be partly cloudy some time later on, once it runs out of margarita mix and wakes up from it's nap.
Standing in the shade and closing your eyes, you will know the definition of "perfect weather."
And Hurricane Zeke ain't nowhere on the horizon.
The Beach Boys were playing on the stereo where I went to get lunch. "Trop-i-cal contact high," that's right.
I had to turn my Christamas music off, and turn on some UB40 at my desk. Instead of jingle bells, "I got the bottle, bring me the cup. Pop the cork and try us some."
Jamm I amm.
Go and take a look at my 10-day forecast in the link above, if you will. There's a lot more days like this a-comin' up soon.
Have fun up north, y'all.