I Love My Father (and hate the weather)

I talk to my father almost every day.

As of late, he has been jokingly complaining about the weather.

Now, when he was in the Berkshires, this was funny as his weather was generally worse.

However, he is now on Marco Island and this is his weather:

Here is the weather in Troy:

I think that he may be well aware of how awful this weather is and that is why he didn't take my call this morning.

Thank you, Dad, for caring about my feelings.

I hope that you are enjoying your beach day.

(For the record, all my plans have been canceled by the weather.)