Cold.

I walked into my garage last night, the mercury at about 70 and the sky clear. At 2 AM, I was awakened by a violent thunderstorm. I walk out of my garage this morning, I see rain, and I feel a stiff, near-freezing wind in my face. On a completely unrelated note, I live in Texas.

Oh, yeah, and we lost to the Aggies last week (as my co-workers never fail to remind me at least once an hour.). Tommy and I sat in our seats and just stared at the field in disbelief for twenty minutes after the game.

As Geraldo would put it, "What the hell?"