Why don't I just save myself the trouble and kill myself now

I love hot, humid weather. I was born in August in Florida, for crying out loud. I crave the sun, revel in the heat, bloom with humidity.

And unfortunately I'm moving with DH to the UK for three years. Even more unfortunate I am leaving in 12 days to spend a little more than a week with him. During the time of year when it is supposed to be the best weather they get.

And then I see this article posted on Fark.com. Basic summary is in this quote, "With the thundery showers expected to continue, forecasters predicted that the country may have seen the last of any lengthy periods of sunshine." Mind you, these aren't the humid heat driven thunderstorms of our summer, these are the miserable storms of our November/March.

I gotta tell you, when DH said this weekend was cold, windy, and rainy when they were out, he tried to make it sound like an anomaly. Now I know that nice weather is the true anomaly. And it's going to kill me.

I'm going to be a very frequent flier to the Mediterranean, I predict now.