It’s an awful cliché, but — what a difference a day makes.
After hitting a record 108 degrees on Saturday, Stockton’s high temperature on Sunday sank all the way to 81 degrees. That’s a 27-degree plunge.
Indeed, it was spitting rain tonight, with a brisk wind, as I headed to the dog park about 9:30.
We went from tank-tops to hooded sweatshirts in a span of 24 hours. Without having looked at the data, I’m not sure I can recall a more dramatic shift in the weather since I’ve lived in Stockton.
Anyway, I’m coast-bound for a couple of days — might be downright cold over there! — so this blog will be silent until Wednesday.