And ironically, weather - that goofy universal subject (though hardly goofy in terms of real life and death issues) is currently the most formidable force for us. It sounds like a ridiculous joke but frankly, his adoration of the heat, and my intolerance is our biggest obstacle.
And not directly related but reminding me of my favorite poem when small:
Fatty and Skinny went to bed
When Fatty rolled over, Skinny was dead.