Huh, what?

The weather and I, we share an attention span apparently. Or should that read "me and the weather"? I guess that would be something my editor would pick up and correct, if I were to have an editor, if I were to leave my job and focus on writing that long-percolating novel, which I will never do, if only because it is such a cliche thing to do, or to even think about, or mention, and for that I apologize. I'm not really going through a midlife crisis, nope. Besides, where would I find the time? It is now June, and Terri and I are just getting to those long-neglected spring cleaning chores. Next time you're over, you'll be amazed at our neatly piled shoes and slightly-more contained closet mess(es). Items 1 and 2 of 3 dozen checked off the to-do list. Still remaining: tear down and rebuild house from the foundation, pet kitties more, and fix up Miss Lydia's swing set.

What?