April Showers Bring My Fury
Effin’ fudge. Are you supposed to get Seasonal Affective Disorder in mid-April? Or at this point is it Seasonal Pissed-off Disorder? Weeks ago I had turned off my heating system’s pilot flame for the year. Wrong. I had packed away my sweaters for the year. Wrong.
The Cherry Blossoms have come and fallen but here we are still walking through cold, wet, biting muck and knowing we’re one day closer to the swampy 100-degree oppression that will come way too soon after this dreary Sunday and tomorrow’s predicted 40 mph wind gusts.
Worst of all it’s made me become the very thing I hate — someone who talks about the weather a lot.