The weatherhuman will be out of the office the next two days. But I am never too far away.
Crack a bottle of whiskey and I am there. Throw dice against the wall and hear my voice. Pass out under a hot sun and feel my embrace.
But if you are really in need of guidance and still can’t find me, just ask the pink elephant standing in the corner.

Thursday’s forecast: The baby crawling across your ceiling is also fully authorized to speak on my behalf.