Grumble

It is vexing that the mere fluff which decorated the sky yesterday had by today become solid gray, and by late afternoon had begun producing a slow drizzle. I thought I had make it had quite clear that I did not want the sky to become occluded until after tomorrow night's lunar eclipse. Does no power in the universe listen to me? Why does the earth not acknowledge the wisdom of my demands? Now I have to be all pissy, and I'm very bad company for myself when I'm all pissy. OK, I'll make this deal: I'll enjoy the overcast and the drizzle, but I want the whole lot of it gone by dusk tomorrow!