June 25, 2003
Yes, it is hot. Yes. Yes, we seemed to have skipped spring altogether and leapt directly into summer. Headlong, pell mell, willy-nilly. Whatever. Who cares. Yes.
I detest talk about the weather beyond the first observation. "It's 91 degrees today!" And even then, why even bother mentioning it? "It's hot outside!" Really? It's the end of June. "It's snowing!" Really? It's January. "It's raining!" Really? How fascinating.
Nothing like stating the obvious, is there? Nothing like someone who has nothing to talk about but takes quite a lot of time and energy to make it all so woefully clear.
Enough.
I detest talk about the weather beyond the first observation. "It's 91 degrees today!" And even then, why even bother mentioning it? "It's hot outside!" Really? It's the end of June. "It's snowing!" Really? It's January. "It's raining!" Really? How fascinating.
Nothing like stating the obvious, is there? Nothing like someone who has nothing to talk about but takes quite a lot of time and energy to make it all so woefully clear.
Enough.