This spring continues to suck beyond my wildest expectations.
I stood outside in the drizzle an hour ago, waiting to put the kids on the schoolbus, and we were swarmed by black flies.
I looked at the growing grass that I don't stand a chance of mowing before it reaches jungle height because we can't get 2 days of dry weather.
And thought that Tucson, even at 95F, sounded pretty damned good.