Don't get smug
Once again, Instapundit can suck it:
Thus speaks a true Minnesotan [Lileks]. It's unseasonably cool here, too. But that means 70 degrees.
Heh. Indeed. Read the whole thing.
Last night I slept (failed to sleep) in a breeze for the third straight night as a nor'easter pounded our house (situated on the north face of the second highest hill in town) with 60-mph winds and horizontal rain. The wind came straight through the window and into the room, the backyard fence blew down, and I can't get the storm windows back down since all the windows on one side of the house are swollen shut thanks to rain. And yet they let the air right in. Go figure. Since Monday, every night has been like trying to sleep in the baggage hold of a passenger jet, it has rained every day for eight days and four successive weekends, and it is expected to rain for another week straight. Massachusetts has been setting record lows this week. It's Memorial Day and this week the temperatures have been 45, 48, 50, and 52. If we could some how get rid of every last person in Florida I'll move there in a second, at least until it stops threating to snow in June.
You know, sometimes the snow comes down in June. Sometimes the sun goes 'round the moon. And sometimes you want to gouge your eyes out with a spoon.
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DC weather: sunny and 75.
DC weather: sunny and 75. Perfect.
Of course you shall have your revenge when, in August, temperatures and humidities are both racing for triple digits here.
But in the meantime, perfect weather for this weekend's trip to Deleware and the mini-Burn.
I draw my power from slate
I draw my power from slate gray skies and gloomy nights. Chill mist fills my veins. When the Sun is nothing but a noontime smudge, slightly brighter than the pall around it, I am pleased, while the approach of summer fills me with dread.
I don't choose to like what I like. I just do.
There are at least two reasons for this preference. First, because I detest gamboling sun worshippers, in their litle sun-worshipping outfits, empty giggling, and utter frivolity. And because I detest them, I am pleased when their spirits are crushed. Like when there are 6 weeks in a row of sustained rain, and an entire late-May week of cold nights.
The other reason is light. I don't like bright direct sunlight. The yellow face, it burns us. And aesthetically, I prefer minimal sun because there are no shadows, and everything has the same edge to it. And aside from aesthetics, no shadows means no ambush places for ninja assassins.
A third reason is physical: I'm a big fat guy, and big fat guys run hot. I'm always warm, regardless of season. The cooler the ambient temperature, the less grouchy I am simply because I can cool down a bit.
The only downside to this particular weather pattern, at this particular moment in spacetime, is that I've been trying to finish moving for like 4 weeks. With only an open truck at my disposal, I need the elements and the labor to line up in my favor at the same time and they've not yet.
But if the sun-worshippers take some measure of satisfaction from my situation, from my thwarted move, so be it.
I'm already waaaaay ahead.