In winter, skies this dark would mean it was going to snow for two, maybe three weeks without letting up. In summer, it just means a little bit of rain.

Or at least it does here. Winter and summer in State College both last a little too long — meaning spring and autumn are more like after-thoughts than anything else — but we’re relatively protected from a lot of bad weather, I guess because we’re in a valley. (I might know for certain why if I’d ever gotten those jobs for which I interviewed at AccuWeather.) We definitely haven’t been having the tornado-like storms (or actual tornadoes) they’ve apparently been having in neighboring states.

We’ve had rain. Schizophrenic skies, rumbling thunder, and lots of rain.

I hate packing. I hate cleaning. Therefore, moving, which combines the two in just about equal measure, is pretty goddamn awful. I’ll be very happy when all this work is done.

I’ve already quickly disproved the theory that I don’t have a lot of stuff.