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I Miss the Sun

Like many of us, I have a strange habit. I write in a log book in the morning. I use a stenographers wire bound tablet. I record the day of the week, the date and the time I make my record. Then I put down the Temperature, the "feels like temperature," the sky conditions, the wind direction strength, and the highest wind speed in that day, the barometric Temperature, and the dew point. Then I jot down some goals for the day.
I get this information from Weather Underground, and they tell me they are using Kimberly as the reference point for my zip code. I don't record it, but I also review the ten-day forecast

Why do I do this? I started years ago when I saw the hostess of the country club dining room I was working in do it. She would occasionally refer to it when she wanted to evaluate staffing for the shift. No secret here. At a golf club, better weather is going to indicate more customers and vice versa. I suspect the chef would have appreciated the information also, but I'm not sure she shared it with him.

Do I use this info? Yes. I certainly plan how I am going to dress. Is it going to rain? Are the high dew points going to make the humidity uncomfortable even though the temperatures are not going to be that high? If I ride my bike am I going to have to deal with high wind and from which direction will it be coming? I know that for the most part all I would have to do is step out the door and a lot of that information would be apparent.

I'm not sure it isn't just a habit. A habit that is not necessarily a good one, but it does no harm. At the very least, if you ask me about the weather, at least I will have an informed opinion.

My reason for noting this is my dismay at recording another day in which we probably will get no sunlight. I have two concerns about this. Number one, the lady I love suffers from SAD. (Seasonal Affective Disorder). When we moved to Louisiana, it became apparent that this was one of the benefits.

My second concern is I'm getting depressed.

From the catbird seat, high over the Plain of Poop, I am Poppa Jeff hoping to have a good week and wishing you one as well.

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