Funny. I did nothing but bitch about the heat and the sun during the summer, wishing it would do nothing but rain and rain and rain. Now that there is no heat and plenty of rain, I’ve done a 180; I’m as miserable as I was during the summer, but for the polar opposite reason.
There are only two times of the year when I feel almost cheerful: late February to mid-May and late August to early October. The rest of the year is utter misery.