Last week I was corresponding with an old college roommate. He wished me an early arrival of spring. I joked that Texas only has two seasons -- January and summer -- and that summer would be here this last weekend.
Mother Nature, the contrary bitch, has a different idea. Icky, cold, rainy gray. Where is my summer?
Which makes me wonder if I can control the weather by expressing desires and having the atmosphere do the exact opposite.
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