Here’s another ‘maybe it’s just me’ personality quirk: I know we all like sunny days, but you ever just as much enjoy a cold, gray, drizzly evening, with a fire going, your wife off cuddled up in a quilt in another room, the family pets snoozing hither and yon (even in your lap)? You know, Hounds of the Baskervilles weather, and you just wanna binge on old movies like that before you go to bed? That pre-Thanksgiving/Post-Christmas window when everything is damp, foggy, and gray, like the English moors?
That’s my favorite kind of weather. My wife, however, disagrees.