Christmas Fears and Frets

Don't you get sick of it? I know I do. Wars and rumors of wars, albeit nothing that serious in this case. Thanks for the hyperbole yourself, Martin.

I'm reading and hearing warnings of a terrible storm out there somewhere which may be possibly brewing and might ravage the Christmas season, at least in the environs (Detroit, Michigan, for me) which are all around the nation but particularly the mid and northwest. And we may have blizzards, and we may not. The truth? They (they famous they) don't know yet. But will that keep them from fanning the flames of doom?

Nope. Christmas travel could be dicey this year. My family are all already exchanging what are we going to do texts.

I'll tell you what we're going to do: if things aren't that bad, a wild guess he says sarcastically, we stick to the plan and everyone travels safely. If not, we abandon the plan and simply accept that Christmas won't be the same this year.

I don't know what else to do, and there's really no sense fretting it. 

The weather curmudgeon

Perhaps I am making too much of this. But perhaps just the same it's part of the reason I have trouble believing the weather forecasters. 

As I was doing a typical old guy thing and checking the weather report early this morning, something I do virtually every day almost immediately upon waking, I saw that the temperature was 21 degrees Fahrenheit. Yet something called the 'real feel' of the temperature is 26.

Pray, doesn't that mean that it's 26 outside?

Honestly, how else are we supposed to take it? They're saying that it's 21 but it feels like it's 26. Then it's 26, not 21. 

If it feels 26 outside why don't we say that it's 26 outside? I mean that's five flippin' degrees difference. Am I missing something or just being cranky today?