Another Day’s Complaints

It is stormy today, and I’ll likely complain. My shoes will get wet and, subsequently, my feet will get cold. Driving will be made more difficult and I won’t be able to do much outside, even though I don’t particularly yearn to do anything outside–it is the choice of the matter that I’m thinking of, and losing that will be the object of my ire.

It isn’t at all like yesterday. Yesterday was sunny. Too sunny. I didn’t have sunglasses, and the car ride home was a painful squint of a thing. Plus,...