i'm reminded of the allan sherman song from the '60s about camp granada. the kid is writing a long letter home about how everything sucks, it won't stop raining and the parents shoulda never sent him. suddenly the sun comes out and everything is great: Wait a minute! It's stopped hailing. Guys are swimming. Guys are sailing. Playing baseball. Gee! That's better. Muddah, Fadduh, kindly disregard this letter!