There really is no explaining how vile this sorry excuse for a June day is, I don't think, unless you've suffered New England's more sour moods. Pissing rain, falling sideways like tiny ice needles. Currently, it's 49˚F, with the windchill at 43˚F. We were out running errands, and we saw a girl in a heavy down jacket. In June. We are promised that tomorrow will be much better.