It is the end of August and I have scarcely seen a thing of 2020.

I am forever being told by people how much they cycled this year or how they have learnt some hobby to pass the time. I am beginning to resent them. Which is futile, yes, but it is real.

None of that is what I wanted to say. I wanted to say that it is freezing. I still have the drafty old windows, close to falling out and the wind is howling, again. I work endlessly and I am always broke and never get anything done. The rain is pouring, again. We have been soaked to the point of being soggy and the garage path has standing water deeper than in mid winter.

It is cloudy, again.

I don’t care the statistics. This has become the norm for summer here. Spring can be lovely for three weeks but then this.

Now if I was outside and wrapped up then it would matter less. As soon as you are out – whatever the weather – it seems ok. When all of your “outside time” is stolen and measured in minutes it starts to matter. I only have 20 minutes to get out and I need to get boots on, or raincoats out and maybe a fleece. The fact it was sunny for an hour earlier – so what – this is summer and I did not have time at that exact hour to go outside and see that blue sky. In summer it would be nice to be able to see it a bit more often.

I am tired.