You see, there's a certain camaraderie that occurs with the anticipation of a snowfall. We are more patient at gas pumps and we chat with strangers about the weather, standing in backed-up grocery store lines. We bake yummy things for neighbors. Children are happy and excited.
Here we are in August, much the same way. We get the immediate oohs and ahhs we hear from people when they enter an air conditioned space. There's no laughing at those carrying umbrellas on days without a drop of rain. We offer bottled water to the Fed Ex guy or gal and we once again find ourselves lamenting about the weather at grocery stores.
With temps this week in Dallas predicted to stay around 105 to 106, it may be we've a serious case of misery loving company. Otherwise, we're in for a helluva storm.