My Mother, the Prognosticator

Recently, during our heat wave, my mother was signing her epistles to me "warmth", and boy, was she successful. We got WARMTH, with not only a capital W, but written all in caps.

The last letter I got, she signed, "Cool, man," and today, we are not supposed to get higher than 78, and the good weather is to last through the Labor Day holiday.

Mom, I salute you. Right on!