Sunny and muggy and hot. A cloud or two here and there.
It is becoming increasingly clear to me that weather prognosticatorss determine their forecasts by writing 'sunny', 'partly cloudy', 'cloudy', and 'rainy' on the tips of their shoes and pissing into the wind. Whichever gets splattered the most our weather for tomorrow. Therefore I shall herewith begin the days with a weather forecast, which I submit has every bit as much legitimacy as what anything you hear on your local news, because weathermen are no different from professional psychics; they're trained to read a collection of signals and make legitimate-sounding vague statements based on them.
Except for James Spann, obviously. That motherfucker knows shit.