Well, I thought that since the weather has been so danged nice lately, and since I had some free time on a Sunday, I’d take a little drive up Austin way to see if I could figure out where that chronofact got off to. But silly me, I didn’t bother to check the weather forecast before I set off, and by the time I got up to Red Bud Isle, it was 35 degrees colder than when I left my house. Blue norther! That’ll teach Billy Dan.
Anyway, I looked all around and found no trace of the chronofact, so I’m making it official: The Austin chronofact is dead. Sorry, y’all. I did make the acquaintance of a rambunctious Rhodesian Ridgeback with a hearty greeting, so the day wasn’t a total loss. But now, all I want to do is make a fire and some hot chocolate and defrost a little bit. I sure hope this cold snap doesn’t kill the hill country peaches.