The hubs and I both love “crappy” weather. People that live in places with real “crappy” weather (like the PacNorthwest) always try to convince us that if we lived in a place where the sun only came out ten times a year that we’d actually hate it.
But I lived on the foggy side of SF for years and I loved it. People that lived in sunnier parts, or in warmer parts across the bay, would always laughingly ask me, “how’s the fog over there?” Like it was some joke. Joke was on them though because those were my favorite types of days: dark, cold, foggy, rainy days.