It will not stop raining.
Today's high was 59 degrees. The furnace kicked in.
I woke up chilled, with a stiff neck. If I sit down, I immediately doze off.
I couldn't get out into the increasingly weedy garden because it was pissing down relentlessly and will continue to do so for the entire weekend. All through the dark cold winter, I think about how hot and dry a Utah summer is and I can't wait for it to arrive. If I wanted this, I would have moved to Seattle. The weather is the same, but the politics are more my style.
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