It did nothing but rain and be gray here, for a week. I’m done with it. Everything is damp. I have a canvas bookbag in my cabin that started growing mold. It never even got wet, it’s just the air. The sheets feel damp when you get into them. I check my face in the mirror at least once a day to make sure there are no lichens growing on my face. My tomatoes are all rotting on the vine, a sad end to a difficult garden season. I have a lot of garden work that is really best left for good, dry conditions and I’m sick of waiting. I can’t get my truck in to the cabin because the driveway will get torn up if I roll through all this mud. I used to think I wanted to move to the Pacific Northwest, but now I’m thinking it’d have to be Bend or someplace in the desert instead.
Okay, enough complaining.