More complaints about the weather

I had planned mountain-climbing expedition a couple of days ago, following some very daring advice from someone whose words I perhaps follow a little too literally. The event was to take place yesterday- however, it rained like a bitch. Already being the world's greatest un-enthusiast when it comes to mountain climbing (nature + exercise = worst combo), I simply could not fathom trudging my way up and down the muddy slopes of a mountain, hearing the squelching of water in my shoes and having speckles of yellowy muddy water splash onto my clothes. This is the point where most people will call me a sissy- but at least I'm not drenched in mud.

...Though I must say there is something rather attractive in the image of muddy adventurers. Maybe if I wanted to demonstrate the extent of my masculinity I'll go roll around with the pigs and see whether I look like a combat veteran afterwards.

So then I got up this morning (late morning, but it was still morning- so I'm technically improving), and BAM, perfect mountain-climbing weather. The Sun was out, a few puffy white clouds drifted in the clear blue sky, and there was even a cool breeze. IT FELT LIKE SUMMER. Too bad it was already late morning. If the trip had been planned for today... oh stupid weather, why do you thwart my plans. Then again... I suppose the tracks would still be muddy, since there was a thunderstorm last night.

We'll see if it gets any better on Monday. If it rains again, I'll just take it as divine intervention.