It would be nice to be able to make it through the day without having my shirt soaked through at least once by rain, sweat, or a combination thereof, or not to be able to open the front door and reward myself with a refreshing breath of water.
If the current weather pattern doesn't change, and if my athlete's foot issue doesn't spread to my hands in this climate, I'm thinking about taking up mildew ranching.
I'd like to see the stars again.
I worry about the fireflies shorting out.
I'm ready for this moisture-laden weather pattern to dissipate and eventually become only a mildly unpleasant memory.
Last year at about this time, a widespread, straight-line windstorm swept through West Virginia, downing trees and outbuildings and leaving nearly a half-million homes and businesses without power.
The outdoor sauna we're living in now is nowhere that severe, but it's still a pain in the neck that's bound to endure as another bad weather memory.
But first it needs a catchy name.I vote we call it the drench-o of 2013.