No urge to whine about weather

My bones and muscles don't ache.

I can breathe. No itchy, dry skin.

There isn't any snow to shovel or worse traffic jams than usual to contend with.

So I am not going to complain about the record-breaking heat we're experiencing in the East this week.

Yeah, it's hot. Real hot. It's also sunny and humid, which makes it feel worse. When the temperature hits 100-plus degrees, it's hard to ignore it. But if given a choice between this and the kind of winter we had six months ago, I will take scorching days every time.

The heat doesn't cripple the D.C. area like the snowstorms of 2010 did. We're all functioning relatively well. And compared with what is going on in the Gulf of Mexico, I really don't feel the urge to whine about the weather. We should not forget about the suffering taking place to the south as BP's oil continues to gush.

It's summer. Most folks have air conditioning. We'll get through this.