I didn't have to work this month. Ordinarily that would leave me deliriously happy. Yet, as I look back over the last weeks, I didn't find them very pleasurable. Yesterday, I realized why. Finally, it was a fine day.
The weather has been pretty awful this month. Psychologically I felt as if summer were coming, but in actuality it seemed like a February. In this place that means it was cold, damp, and overcast. I still have all the winter blankets on the bed. I very well could have been running the gas fireplace during the evenings even though I resisted the temptation. We have seen weather reports showing hot conditions elsewhere, yet they've been no where to be seen. In fact, the snow pack on the mountains has not even managed to melt as it should during a normal year.
Perhaps the weather changed from the first official day of it. Last weekend was okay and yesterday I actually went out without a jacket. I feel better but may get a call that I have to teach a one month class starting next Monday. Why'd this weather get here so late?
To add insult to injury, now the days have started getting shorter!