My prediction has played out, and it was running in my head last night. For healthy sleep, I had to kill it with a dream-stick. The big machine operator pulled the giant lever, and shut off the Alaska flow. This diverted everything to North America.
We had a nice clipper going, due to a Pacific plume crossing the mountains, but it has been blown away by a perfect lobate blob. At this point it is an A8, calculated by the size of the arc. However, it has everything and the kitchen sink behind it, so it will probably go to an A9, and chill the cold hearts of those killing women and children migrants in fast boats, over by Vennieland.
The blob is confined to an A8 arc because it has to dodge around Hudson Bay.
I wonder how many times they can trot out the Polar Vortex Fairies. Surely, they get tired, and then we are overwhelmed with warmth again. Such nice dreams.
ps I was mean to an 85 year old man shovelling snow yesterday. He was spilling the standard story "This snow is all due to something 50 miles up." I said "That's outer space, surely something there can't affect the air down here". He was flummoxed, and I had to run back to the dog. I am the most unpopular man in the world.
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