The Inevitable

I tried, Lord knows I tried, to resist the urge to come on here and complain about the weather. Weather is to blogging (and conversation in general) what food is to Twitter, or what corny puns are to evening newscasts, or what marriage and airline food jokes are to stand-up comedy (I could go on) - (i.e.) ubiquitous, meaningless filler.

But anyway.

Damn this effing heat, damn it back to whatever now-marginally-cooler hell from whence it came. Highs of 34-degrees?!? 26-degrees at 7:30 in the morning?!? Breeze-less, humid, 20+ degree nights?!? I don't recall agreeing to any of this. I can't sleep. Lydia can't sleep. Terri can't sleep. The cats spend all day laying spread eagle on the bathroom tile. I have no energy to eat, let alone do anything productive. Last night I attempted to sleep on the floor beside my bed, hoping the air would be cooler down there. It wasn't. Aaron mad.

How is this weather treating you?

And then there is this frigging hurricane, making us reschedule our long-planned getaway, causing low-levels of nagging stress and inconvenience, exacerbated by the oppressive heat and string of sweaty, sleepless nights. Also - making me prattle on in long, rambling, whiny, run-on sentences.

I tried, oh did I try.