Weather of my life

In 1995, I left the muggy, hazy Mid-Atlantic East Coast for a good job that was located well west of the Midwest. The place held no appeal for me until I lived there for a few months and realized the climate was outstanding.

A good climate is critical to my ability to function or even to maintain mood stability. In 1995, I landed in a semi-arid, high-plains climate where I learned to love crisp, dry air, dry snow (what little there was), dry summers, crystal clear blue skies, sunny days all year 'round, and only a few weeks of bad weather interspersed in each season. Sunscreen and lip balm became wardrobe staples for me.

Now I live in a place where it rains a lot, the weather is wildly unpredictable, winters are somewhat harsh (we had multiple blizzards two years in a row), we're now in some sort of daily tornado/hail zone, nights are terribly chilly, the wind is uncomfortable, and summers are really short. Lately, rain and cloudy skies are the norm. I hate it. Humidity, damp, blech.

The thing is, I haven't moved. Frank and I are still in the same place we've been since January of 1995.

Global warming?