I love summer. Really, I do. This post is not a complaint about summer (per say). In fact, I wish summer would stop being bashful and show up for more than 3 days at a time in the middle of the week (when I am cooped up inside at work). COME ON, SUMMER! I WELCOME YOU!
However, there is one small downfall to the longer days.
And that is the fucking morning sun and chirping birds both offending my sleeping senses starting at the motherfuckingasscrack of dawn. 5 am is far too early for this shit. Please go away and do not return until 6:15, thank you very much.
(But once it hits 6:15 am, I would like you to shine in all of your glory until 8:30 pm, at a steady temperature of 75-85 degrees with a slight breeze and thrice weekly, though never on weekends, thunderstorms that last for 30 minutes and that is it.)
Is that too much to ask??