Well, after three weeks of
cloudy skies, the sun has finally arrived. This is saying
something as the weather widget loaded onto my desktop insists on
forecasting sun four days out–every day. Not two or three days.
Never sun today, or tomorrow, but four
days out. Every day I wake up to check the weather and there is
a sunny orange globe brightly shining at me exactly one day further out
than it was the day before. We have taken Accuweather’s promise
of "Up to the minute" weather forecasting to mean, "Look out your own
damn window!" I find this disturbing at best, since it makes it
difficult to be sarcastic and sing "The sun will come out tomorrow—uh,
I mean Thursday, no Friday, maybe Saturday…" I suspect
something fishy is going on at Acuweather–they seem content to promise
you the moon sun
far enough out that when four days arrives hence, you will have
forgotten it was promised in the first place. They are banking on
my Zima induced short-term memory. But I do NOT forget that
easily. Oh no! Despite their evil ploy to rob me of my ability to
annoy all those around me with my pitiful laments based on cloying
Broadway tunes, I will not be so easily deterred. I know those
pesky weather people are just toying with my emotions–dangling the
hope of sunshine and vitamin D in front of me, hoping to see me
crack. But I will not. I will survive, I will… Oh
never mind.
