No need for me to describe the weather. Go back and look at the opening paragraph of every entry for the last week. I am so tired of this, and I don’t care anymore that the rain makes everything so lush and green. It’s spring when everything is green anyway. Monday’s have always been ugly days-drag yourself out of bed and go back to work days. The weather just adds to the misery of the day though I suppose a sunny day might be a worse day to work.

When I woke up, the house was chilly and damp so I put the heat on for about 15 minutes, and it did the trick, but heat on May 23rd is just wrong. The weatherman better be right about tomorrow. My sanity depends on it.

I went to the garden shop this morning. The Welcome, Kat sign was a nice touch. I filled a huge push basket with deck flowers and herbs then filled my trunk with them. The garden spot was pretty empty this morning so I had a personal garden shopper answering my questions. My choices, again, revolved around colors. As I was leaving, the employees let more balloons go. After this batch is planted, I’ll see if there is any room left for more.

The commercials on TV are summer. I watch people barbecue, chase fireflies, sit on their newly stained decks, eat hot dogs and melt marshmallows on the beach for s’mores. Meanwhile, my deck is covered in tree debris, the hanging candles sit forlornly in a pile and the table, which I’ve cleaned a couple of times,  is back to disgusting. I swear I was outside by this time last year reading my book, drinking my iced coffee and watching the birds. Now I’m huddled inside wearing heavy clothes including socks and a sweatshirt trying to stay warm.

The weather makes me think I’m in the start of some science fiction novel. One day soon it will snow, and we’ll burn furniture to keep warm, but it won’t be enough. Marauding mobs will go from house to house looking for food. I’ll be the old lady with the gray hair hanging out the upstairs window brandishing a shotgun and warning them off. They’ll go, but they’ll be back.