Go figure

Trying to figure out why it is that when I have a day where there is absolutely nothing planned, - no obstructions, appointments, worries, have-ta-do's, family obligations, etc. - why it is that the weather feels the need to toss a kink in the works. Why it gets in the way. Why it works against me.

Argh! Blast! Dagnabbit! Confound it! Poop!

Yes, I am aware this all makes me sound the eentsiest bit paranoid, but hey! If the humidity fits....

I've had to take a break (when there is no time to waste) and turn on the AC to suck the humidity out of the house just so I can quilt.

Sheesh [and grumble].