Climate (081)

The sun hitting my feet and face feels wonderful. This just makes me want to live somewhere warmer even more. I’m not sure I would mind not having properly differentiated seasons. I’m much happier in nicer weather, and I think that is worth not being able to build a snowman, downhill ski, or slide into a ditch because the road is iced. Florida is out of the question because there are too many crazy people there. As Marc Maron puts it, the entire spectrum of crazy exists in Florida, and it’s more evenly distributed. 

Okay, now there is a breeze and the sun is behind a cloud and it feels like an entirely different day, yet it has been only a couple minutes. Jorah is enjoying being outside. He kept barking at me earlier with truly no goal in sight, just desiring an end to his boredom. He only knows how to do that by asking to go outside. He won’t tell me that he has to potty or poopoo when I ask, but he will continue barking until I ask simply, “do you want to go outside?” He answers with an excited bark. 

The clouds are still over me. How dare?