don't have to be a weatherman

Are you sick of me talking about the weather yet?  The rain this morning is torrential. Seems like a safer subject than talking about the anniversary of my mother's death right before what would have been her 92nd birthday. Or friends' blown deadlines or financial problems. Or the damn Supreme Court. Or that time I was raped. Or the frat parties I've been to. Or what it means to know that almost any man is stronger than you are. So, about that weather. Supposed to be windy and nice tomorrow.