I had a joke when I lived in Socal, repeated so often close associates began avoiding me altogether: “I don’t know where I’m going when I leave here, but wherever it is I’ll never stop bitching about the weather.” The point being that the weather was the only thing I ever found to like about living in Socal. I also used to say, “California doesn’t really have weather as such, just the occasional natural disaster.” Loved the climate, hated the earthquakes and wildfires. And everything else. So I moved.
And here I am in the SW high desert, where I hate the climate but put up with it because I love everything else.
The past two mornings I awoke with the vague suspicion that I and all my works have been magically transported to central Washington. Clammy, dreary, either raining or just having rained and about to do it again at pretty much all times. One really shouldn’t invest in solar power in central Washington, for the record.
I’m not equipped very well for dealing with long-term rain.
Which is a very long-winded way of saying I’m going to turn my computer off now. Later.