Writing on the Last Day of May 2009

I'm writing on the last day of May 2009,
which is a partly cloudy day
something to give thanks for
because my air conditioning unit
isn't working
and clouds means a somewhat cooler day.

I'm writing on the last day of May 2009
and there are seven months to go in the year;
seven months left in a mixed year,
when my situations is looking both up and down,
sometimes the situation looks better,
sometimes the situation look worse,
and sometimes the fog is so think that I'm not sure.

I'm writing on the last day of May 2009,
and I think I've came to the end of this poem
because I can't think of anything else to write.