Still not happy, weatherwise
There I was a few weeks ago, complaining about the heat wave that made me hot, sweaty and cranky, wishing it would just go away. And then it did.
For weeks now it has been raining almost daily. Which was fine at first, because it allowed me to sleep at night without marinating in my own sweat and it made my garden look like more like a jungle again instead of a desert. Unfortunately, meanwhile it’s more or less on its way to a swamp.
And while I first welcomed those big fluffy clouds after all that glaring sunshine that had hurt my eyes, seeing nothing but a whirling grey mass overhead for weeks isn’t quite as funny anymore. For all I know the sky above those clouds could have turned green in the meantime.
And it’s gotten cold enough that I already have to wear a jacket again when I’m outside. Now, I still do maintain that I like cooler weather more than unreasonable heat, but it is still supposed to be summer over here. And in summer I generally don’t like to have to lug around a jacket (much less a fucking umbrella) with me when I go out. As much as I love autumn, August is really too early for it to start.
This is all getting a bit ridiculous. I really wouldn’t mind some rain or even a little thunderstorm every day. But not all friggin day. A little sunshine in between all the rain really wouldn’t go amiss.
Ah well, but at least I have enough good books to read so I can ignore this whole outside world. I just started Stephen King’s “Under The Dome” a couple days ago and so far I love it.
And there is the little matter of this year’s NaNoWriMo that’s coming up pretty soon. For once I have started prepping early and it’s going well so far.
So screw the weather. It could be worse after all: at least I’m not living in Pakistan, so I guess I don’t really have all that much reason to complain.
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