We, in NY, are luckier than most — we didn’t have massive flooding, destructive tornadoes, out-of-control oil spills sullying our coast lines or active volcanoes.

But if this rainy, gray weather doesn’t stop soon, I am moving to Seattle or London.  At least there no one deludes him or herself into thinking that the sun will come out tomorrow.  In fact, no one bets his or her bottom dollar that tomorrow there’ll be sun. (Apologies to Orphan Annie.)

It is just Gray.  Dreary.  Soupy.  Frizzy.  And Sleepy.  Give me a few minutes, and I will come up with two more Dwarfs.  But forget Snow White.  Let her sleep (she is the one who sleeps, right?).  Why wake her for this weather?