I wouldn’t trust any extended weather forecast, but currently the prediction is for partly or mostly sunny skies every single day for the next six days except for one day.
On that day, that single, solitary, lone day, it will be mostly cloudy with a chance of showers and thunderstorms.
Naturally, that day is July 4, when just about every town in the nation has scheduled fireworks, picnics, parties, parades, carnivals and wacky fun.
I hate to stand on a street corner and shake my fist at God for such a trivial thing (after all, we have wars, crime, disease, famine and televangelism), but MAN.
On the bright side, the last few days have been the kind of days that make us all wonder why more people don’t move to Minnesota. Comfortably warm, verging on hot, but without the punishing humidity and suffocating air that distinguish our most painful summer days. With an accompanying light breeze, too.
These days are days you can take to the bank in your brain, saving them for the blizzard days of mid-January and the cold desolation of February, when it feels like spring was just a delusion all along. Then you pull out the memory of warmth and the sun, and think:
The heck with this, I’m moving to Florida.