The weather lately sucks. Even my mother-in-law said so, and she just doesn’t say things like that.
I know it doesn’t do any good to complain, of course, but I can’t help it. As Mark Twain said, “Everyone complains about the weather, but nobody does anything about it.” Well, nobody else has any motivation beyond the things that are already scheduled and limit our ability to do anything else, either. I can’t even go outside and work in the yard fercryinoutloud. By the time I get to mow the lawn I’ll have to put the mower on stilts.
If I were clever I’d some up with weather and vacation frustration related lyrics to “Summertime Blues.” As it is, I’ll settle for a few minutes’ escape by watching and listening to it (here, here and here).