Today’s the sort of cold, rainy, windy, and generally miserable day that give the Pacific Northwest a reputation for being a cold, rainy, windy, and generally miserable play to be during the winter. Today’s forecast calls for heavy rain, high winds, and temperatures just north of freezing. A look outside my patio window would seem to confirm that, yep, the weather man basically nailed that one. We did have snowflakes yesterday, which was kind of fun, but nothing stuck. Sometime this winter, we’ll get 3-4”, the entire metropolitan will grind to a halt for a day or two, and then the snow will melt and everyone will get back to normal. It is December, after all.
Of course, when the forecast here calls for “heavy rain”, it’s nothing akin to what that phrase would mean on the Texas Gulf Coast. An inch of rain here is an exceedingly rare event, and torrential rains of the sort I left behind are even more rare. Still, the parking lot at my apartment complex is flooding, which ought to make leaving for work tomorrow morning an interesting proposition.
Fortunately, there’s football on all day, a book I need to finish, and a Sunday paper to peruse. It’s not as if I have to go outside, so I’ll make a pot of coffee, turn up the heat, find a blanket, and curl up in the recliner. Perhaps if I’m lucky, I’ll manage to sneak in a nap for a couple hours. Yeah, I know; it’s not easy being me sometimes….
