If we were getting this weather in November or February, I’d be thrilled. I’d think I’d made it to heaven after all, if we had days like this in the winter months. But this is May, almost June, and it’s supposed to be sunny and warm. I’m so sick of the dark skies and chilly breeze, day after day after day, that I can’t even tell you. (Except that I just did.)
It could be worse, of course, but I don’t want to hear about the humidity in Iowa or the heat in Florida or the rain in wherever it rains a lot. I just want summer to start a month early and last until Thanksgiving. Is that too much to ask? Then I wouldn’t be in a yearlong funk. I promise, I’d be the camp counselor of happy campers if only the sun would come out and stay out.