It's getting chilly enough in Houston for me to nostalgically test the accuracy of my inner thermostat and assess more than guess the temperature of the winter morning while I walk Twerpette. Even so, it's been 11 months; my weather sense felt rusty. Friday morning I started with a guess of 58 degrees then considered 59 degrees but finally settled on 62 degrees. (Humidity can play havoc with a winter sense in Houston.) This time I didn't go indoors to check the temperature on the Web; my Saturn has a temp readout. It said 66 degrees. Close but no prize.
Correction: I just checked Friday's weather online while preparing today's weather post. Weather.com reports the temperature for the first half of that morning as 63 degrees with 97% humidity. I'll take the giant stuffed panda, please.