@mattbrowne, agreed. I (almost) never complain about weather any more. I can enjoy rainstorms, drizzly damp days, snow, sleet, thunderstorms and fog as much as a beautiful spring day. (Not so much, maybe, when the Red Sox are trying to get in a game at Fenway, but still…)
I spent a year in Southern California at the start of this decade and that cured me of wanting nice weather as a routine. Booooorrrrring! Give me New England’s variation, extremes and unpredictability any time.
The funny part of that that, though, was that when I interviewed for this job in Connecticut (coming from SoCal) in February, 2002, the weather here for about three days was like June: temperatures in the 60s and sun every day. Fantastic weather by nearly anyone’s standards—in February. At the end of the three days I flew back to San Diego… and had to drive through a snowstorm to get home to Temecula. It’s a funny world.