Save a drastic shift in our weather before the end of August, 2007 undoubtedly will be known around these parts as the summer that never materialized.

Temperatures remain at least ten degrees below normal.

Even the heat index has yet to reach its normal, something that dances between 105°F (41°C) and 110°F (43°C) so long as the temperature doesn’t hit the century mark.

In fact, we’ve not skirted 100°F (38°C) this year at all with the real temperature.  That’s quite unusual.

Humidity levels remain well above the norm.  Precipitation appears every day somewhere near us, if not upon us (just yesterday a massive storm complex over Ft. Worth flooded one of our offices).  Our normal protection throughout the beginning of the hurricane season never developed (the usual lazy high that controls our weather from late spring through early autumn… at minimum).

I could go on, but why?

The point is this: Our summer has been anything but usual, anything but hot, anything but the expected hell that besets this state for six months out of every year.

Am I complaining?  Of course not!  I hate hot weather.  With a passion.  I’d be happier living in Alaska, methinks, yet even I must admit Texas misplaced summer in 2007.

Strange.  Very strange indeed. . .