I’m beginning to doubt my own weather management skills…

It has drizzled rain for days now: No accumulation worth measuring but it’s like living inside a mister. I expect ferns.

Just to get outside the cabin for something other than bare necessities I started out on a just for fun bike ride yesterday morning…


…then turned around and went back to the garage because why. No fun to be had when seasonal affective disorder is becoming a topic, is there? May as well huddle indoors. In August. I mean, I could day-drink on the porch but Jimmy Buffet was never a hero of mine.

Don’t know what I’m bitching about: It’s Monsoon after all and this one has mostly been a dud so far at like three and a half inches. It’s just gloomy and I like sun. I’ll remember this with bitter self-contempt in January when I’m hiding from real weather.

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4 Responses to I’m beginning to doubt my own weather management skills…

  1. John C Smith says:

    Sometimes you just gotta embrace your inner (or outer) Grumpy Old Man.

  2. Dave Mansfield says:

    Thank God in heaven, for the rain brings benefits in return measures needed by mother earth, both on the surface, for water and of new fire wood for which to heat your home.

  3. jabrwok says:

    Sounds like good “staying inside and reading a good book” weather. Noshing on something tasty is always a good addition to that routine as well.

  4. Mike says:

    Just so long as you don’t shoot up your freezer… 🙂

To the stake with the heretic!