Mind, I've just been handed a salutary example of why one shouldn't wish for things like that. In my personal mythology, 2008 was a great year. I've been wishing it was 2008 again since about 2009. True the weather could have been better, but it was a cool summer, and I had fannish occupations, and so yeah, how much better than the painful summer of 2009 and the hot summer of 2010 and and and.
What I'd forgotten was that 2008 was a *wet* summer, given to rolling thunderstorms, and you couldn't step out the door for fear of being deluged. Memory had cancelled all those mad dashes to work in between downpours and evenings spent indoors while thunderstorms shook the windows. And while it was cool at times, the rest of the time it steamed: and today it's doing all of the above. So yes, I have 2008 back; and now I want to trade it for 2000.
(LJ won't let me post. The hell, LJ?)