|the drippy view out the school room window|
You know I don't complain about anything, especially the weather.
(Are you laughing? Because that was a little joke.)
On January 7, it was rainy and 46 degrees. (Yes, I looked it up.)
Currently it is raining (pouring, in fact) and 49 degrees.
We have come up with pithy and cute names for it around here. Juneuary. The June Gloom. Whatever you call it, it's my least favorite month. (Which I sort of resent because growing up, I think it was one of my very favorite months. June in northeastern Nevada is a beautiful thing.)
It is no wonder that I am so excited to shake the
Eight more days.
(Stay tuned, when I'm in the Midwest, I will be complaining about heat and humidity. Not that I complain.)