I am really dating myself but our local radio station used to play a morning farm report show which involved some guy supposedly broadcasting from his farm each morning. He'd talk about the weather, give us the latest price on pork bellies, talk about the weather, update us on his crops, talk about the weather and, of course, talk about the weather.

I come from a pretty long line of farmers. And they talk about the weather ... a lot. The weather, it seems, makes or breaks a farmer's year. And they really hate it when it breaks their year. In my business, there are several things which make or break the year but one of the most significant is the price of aluminum. I just don't talk about it every three seconds. (There's that passive aggressive side of me showing again! Sorry.)

Anyway, this morning farm report guy used to talk about his old rooster, Abner. Abner's attitude toward life (meaning his willingness to get up and crow that morning) had a lot to do with ... you guessed it, the weather.

I thought of Abner this morning when I got up and saw that it's only 35 degrees outside. This is one of those days when Abner probably would have just wanted to stay in the woodshed rather than get up on the fencepost and crow like crazy at the first sign of the sun.

I'm feeling a bit like Abner this morning. But, I suppose I'd better venture out and head to work eventually. I need to check the London Metal Exchange for the latest price on aluminum first though.