Nice day today here. Or not. Who cares? I don’t even know. I’m a Northeast guy. I like whatever the weather. Because that is the weather for the day that it is. Here’s your choice: You’re dead. Or it’s today. Those are the options. You either don’t exist or, occasional drizzle. Take your pick. No interest in what it Might be Could be Should be Used to be. When people mention weather, I cannot pretend to care. I cannot keep the conversation going. “Can you believe this weather?” “Yes, I can.” “Do you think it’s going to stay like this?” “No—I don’t.” Indoors stays the same. Go there.
