And it appears that I am not alone. A LOT of folks have been complaining about the clouds.
A recent post on a forum on which I participate got me to thinking that there may be a relationship between grief and the feeling we amateur astronomers get when we can't go out and play for long periods of time. So, I mapped out the stages of grieving in relation to the Cloudy Night Blues. After all, I need SOMETHING to do that's at least moderately astronomy-related.
Stage 1: Denial
Maybe the weather will improve. Astronomers have to hold onto whatever tenuous shreds of hope they can grasp. Hey, sometimes the weather forecasters get it wrong! But all too often they are correct or, worse, they predict clear skies and it clouds up again. All of this eventually leads to...
Stage 2: Anger
Why won't these !#@$=! clouds go away? Our inability to control the weather, coupled with an intense urge to do astronomy stuff often results in increasing frustration. Frustration can sometimes blind our reasoning. OF COURSE there are valid reasons for clouds, and our opinion of and dislike of them are of no consequence to Mother Nature. The cycle of frustration, impotent rage, and meteorological ambivalence to our condition brings us to the point of...
Stage 3: Bargaining
Maybe I can view between the clouds, or, God, if you make the clouds go away then I'll [insert promise you will never be able to keep here].
Stage 4: Depression
I'll never see the stars again. What is the point of all this? Prolonged suffering generally gives way to despair. Many torture victims describe a point at which their torment overwhelms their convictions and they give in. Only with clouds, giving in doesn't make them go away, so then there must be...
Stage 5: Acceptance
I need a new hobby, or, I will be patient, then when the time is right I'm taking a personal day from work and spending all night outside. Nothing lasts forever. Not even clouds. Well, maybe they do in some places. At any rate, just accept the clouds for what they are. Or don't. Either way, there's nothing you can do about it.