I am really getting tired of this crap.  Every morning I wake up and its in the low to mid 20’s, barely gets into the 40’s during the day.  Yeah I can put on shirts and sweaters and coats and gloves and hats — but they don’t make hats for your legs, at least not any that I’m going to bother wearing to work.  So I have to walk outside and get into my freezing cold car in these stupid slacks and these stupid black socks and it absolutely sucks.

I remember back when I lived at Collier Ridge, during the summer it was so nice.  Despite what people think about Atlanta, it really rarely gets above the low 90’s even on the hottest days, and even then my apartment was in a heavily wooded area so I had lots of nice shade.  On sunday afternoons with nothing to do, I would go around the house and open all the windows, letting in this delicious amber breeze that settled in and sank onto everything.  I’d be able to hear the trees rustling outside, the occasional car driving by that would be muffled by the rising heat off the asphalt.  I’d sit around on the couch in a nice patch of sunlight and turn the HD to some final round play of a PGA championship of some sort, sit back with the laptop and a tall cool glass of freshly made sweet tea, and just relax like they were gonna ban relaxing tomorrow.  Hobbes would pad around softly for a while until settling down next to me to take a nap and eventually I’d slouch over next to him to do the same.  Both of us dreaming of who knows what, until being awoken by my cell phone with someone on the other end telling me to get my butt up and come down to the pool for a cookout.

You can’t beat that, you simply can’t.  Thats my definition of a perfect day.  I realized today that I had almost lost all memory of days like that, as if this continuous stream of dreary, cloudy, miserably freezing days had beaten the very idea out of my head.  Maybe I’ll spend one last summer here, then come December when it gets cold again, I’ll pack up and move to phoenix where it is warm all the time.