ummmm....yeah

As usual, I'm several years late entering the craze - no biggy. My internal musings often result in random outward ramblings....gotta love that anyone reading was forewarned, but writing them down is new (talking out loud to myself has never been a problem). If nothing else i'll have opportunity to later wonder in shock why I would write such drivel. Of course, my daily excitement rivals that of a troglodyte so i'm sure i'll never want of available topics.
By this point i've noticed, you've noticed, we've all noticed (and I'm betting a few are more than slightly perturbed) that i'm not a stickler for capitalization of the letter "I". Sometimes it happens, sometimes it doesn't. Perhaps it can be seen as an editorial on my level of intelligence (or lack there of), or perhaps merely a symptom of laziness, or a diabolical plot to annoy the church of proper grammar, or even a commentary on casual vs. formal communication in today's society. Whatever you chose, know that it will continue and i won't lose sleep.
Does it happen everywhere or is it just this lovely land of orange cones and sinus infections? Mid-Fifties one day, thirty the next.... I know I have to expect it but that doesn't mean i have to like it. I'm just wondering, before I pack my worldly possessions and drive off into the distance, whether it would be worth it. Am I merely going to find another such place? Are schizophrenic weather patterns the norm everywhere? Do other places have something more delightfully and unexpectedly menacing in store? Will I have what equates to a small apothecary in my linen closet no matter my locale?