As I type this, I dread what I'm about to do.
I'm about to check the weather.
It's been unseasonably warm lately. I hate it. I want it to be COLD, dangit. I don't mean a bit nippy, I want it to be so cold my hands hurt if I'm not wearing gloves. I want the wind to strip the leaves from the trees, I want the sky to be angry and dark all day long. I don't want to wear T-shirts unless they're under hoodies or over long-sleeved shirts.
But, as my dear former English teacher Ms. Koenig always says:
"Well, I want to be Mrs. George Clooney, but we don't always get what we want."
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