I really don’t know how people in rainy places put up with it.
It’s barely even raining raining. Just dripping. Once in a while it’ll briefly rouse itself to work up a light rain, then slump back to dripping. It’s like the weather is doing an impression of a teenager with her ennui face on. “I’m bored.”
I just got back from morning chicken chores, and I’m seriously thinking of just going back to bed. Sheesh.
Good timing, though. I suppose. I mean, I said I wanted a couple of days off from work to rest my back, and then it gets so miserable outside there’s nothing to do but stay inside and read? Timing. I guess.