My absolute least favorite element of weather is wind. It is the most frustrating and absurd thing to walk in a wind that doesn't want you to get anywhere, or, rather, wants you to get there in pieces. I was in a great, productive mood when I locked my front door a half an hour ago. I am now in a completely different place.
Also, there has to be a stopping point. As in, three days ago I heard pistachio nuts cracking on the desk in the next aisle and have seen those pistachio nut shells underneath my feet for more hours than I have seen my housemates.
There simply must be a stopping point.
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