It's August, and the weather is fine?

No, actually, the weather is cold. I must admit, I have rather a skewed frame of reference, since I lived in the Nevada desert (Las Vegas) for 8 years. But really, I shouldn't have to wear a jacket in August! Not that I like it to be too hot, either. I hate humidity, and there's nothing worse than sharing an un-airconditioned subway train with 50 other sweaty communters. But some days where I didn't have to wear a jacket would be nice. And some sun - just an hour or so! It's a shame to waste longer daylight in the evenings (the sun doesn't set until 9:30 pm or so this time of year) with gray and clouds.

Though I must admit, I do like rain. After being in the desert for so long, I still tend to stare in wonder at the odd sight of water falling from the sky...

Good news: the people who lived below me in my building have moved! My joy has nothing to do with the aforesaid couple themselves - they were perfectly nice. It's mainly the fact that, since we all have creaky hardwood floors, they could hear just about every foot step. I know this because I can always hear the people above me stomping about. Anyway, until new people move in, I can run, stomp, dance, do aerobics, jumping jacks, whatever, without anyone knocking on my door and politely telling me to STOP! Yee haw!