Denial: despite forecast for more rain and a morning temp of 43 degrees, Lisa wakes up, sees the sun, and dresses in tank top, shorts, and flip flops while leaving all windows open and ceiling fans on.
Anger: Upon seeing the clouds roll in and blot out the sun by 9am. “Dear Sun, I am sick and tired of your little games. Where do you get off teasing me like this?! I had PLANS for today. Don’t you care about my plans? HUH?? What about me? Don’t I matter to you???”
Bargaining: “OK, fine, I’ll put on jeans, slippers, and a sweater. Just please don’t rain. Just let me get some things done outside first. I can handle cold and gray if it just doesn’t rain again.”
Acceptance: Lisa checks the forecast and sees that a heavy rainstorm with another inch of rain is coming. She gives up, bundles up, makes hot tea, closes the windows, turns on the heat, and decides to drown her misery tonight in sushi and bourbon.
*Laura kindly pointed out that I missed stage 4 – depression. That one seems self-apparent, no? Same ol’, same ol’ – “hmmm… maybe we’ll just not have summer this year. The whole garden is probably going to die. At least I don’t have to worry about getting skinny so that I can wear shorts in public…”