It's become a little tradition in recent years that I do my annual posting of my "I hate summer" poem the first official day of summer. Thing is, I forgot. A lot of it was due to my crazy schedule, but I'm sure it was also due to the fact that the majority of this summer was so tame. I've come to consider it a gift. After such an intense winter, an intense summer would have left me more miserable than I usually am this time of year.
Today, I continue to be thankful for every morning that I wake up chilly and not drenched in sweat. New England, I hope the rest of you have learned to adjust to less heat stroke and appreciate the mellower days.
Here's the hate poem anyway.
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