My mother-in-law called me earlier. She told me it was 63 degrees in New Hampshire, but it was raining. Everything before the comma was good natured taunting – it’s still seat sticking hot here. Vinyl seats are cruel and unusual punishment. I think the raining bit was supposed to cushion the blow, but I’m the odd Floridian who doesn’t like this much sun. I would replace the but with an and. It would be all taunt. My face would strain with the effort to contain my grin. There’s hope on the horizon though – storm clouds blowing in. We’ll get [...]
is hard enough
