good weather guilt
So it is gorgeous weather in the ditch – finally. After many, many months of dismally dark, cold, windy weather, it’s actually like 64 degrees Fahrenheit. It might as well be beach weather for how sudden and wonderful it is.
So what did I do today? Kept my windows open for hours and hours, walked the dog for ten minutes, and…that’s right… stared at my laptop screen and/or a book all day. WTF?
Suffering major good-weather guilt, I think to myself, maybe I should go out somewhere. But where? It’s not patio season yet… and there’s basically no outdoor shopping here… and the ground is too muddy for outdoor sports (unless one is really hardcore, which I am not), and at that point, I am fresh out of ideas.
Does that assuage my good-weather guilt? Not in the least.
So it’s official: as soon as I am able to do so, I will move to Colorado or California or Florida or Vegas or… or… yeah. Somewhere with pools all year round, outdoor shopping malls, and patios. Yes.
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