I have finally learned to fully embrace complaining about the weather. It’s fun!
But at the same time it’s not very exciting to read about, so I will be brief.
The problem, as I see it, is I have been wearing pants far too often this summer. This is not to say that I am advocating walking around sans pants, as that would likely attract attention I do not want. Rather, it is to say that I am wearing jeans instead of shorts because the weather is stubbornly being not very summer-like. Thinking back, I would say that April, May and June were all nicer than July, which has seen one really warm day sandwiched between a bunch with lower-than-seasonal temperatures, clouds a-plenty and rain frequent enough to make puddle-dodging a regular occurrence when I run.
All of this was preceded by a long term summer forecast that called for drier and warmer conditions, similar to the two previous summers. Instead, the water rationing is looking a little silly with every lawn a lush and vibrant green without any hosing down required. On the plus side, the air conditioning bills are lower, we don’t have that blasted desert look going on and it provides a comforting illusion that global climate change isn’t really happening.
But still. More sun and clear skies, please. It can rain in November. I won’t complain, honest*.
* lie
