I feel some sort of refund or recompense is in order for this doleful June weather. June is supposed to be the best. Like the best of the best. Halfway through, it's been nothing but clouds, rain, and--oh yeah--toxic smoke.
Mind, I won't complain overmuch about the smoke wafting down from the Canadian wildfires. The worst of it lingered only a few days, and it was nowhere close to what happened in NYC or in, say, the parts of Canada which were actively on fire. I only mean to record this strange happening. I think last Wednesday was the height of it, when only a rose-colored light could seep through the thick white haze, and it smelled like a bonfire even indoors. Kim and I both registered minor chest pains--alarming but diabolically fair, given the candid assessment of the air quality index.
More off-putting by far is the unseasonable cool and overcast. It should be hot and sunny by now. True, that matters far less to me than it did, now that cycling is well and truly off the table, but I like to shake up my crippling depression by experiencing it in full sunlight now and then.
Well, it looks like we're in for a decent weekend, at any rate, and I do think the remainder of the month should be enjoyable enough. Then it will be summer, and I intend to make the most of it.
I still have many topics to catch up on. It is disgraceful how little I write lately. Disgraceful!