I feel like I’ve moved to the Pacific Northwest. It’s raining here. Every day we wake up to 35 degrees (1.6 C) and mist. Or 35 degrees and rain. It rains off and on all day and all night. We haven’t seen the sun in so long I’ve forgotten what it looks like. I have faint memories of walks in the park under a warm sun, but my most recent memories of the park are walking through slush in my winter coat, wearing gloves and telling Katie to hurry up!
Today it’s overcast and 35 degrees. The week long forecast holds a little hope of warmer temperatures but looks like rain every day. I guess we can dream. I have an adventure brewing that would be nicer if the temperatures were above freezing. And if it doesn’t rain on me that would be extra special. On the other hand all this rain could be snow, like my friends up north are experiencing. And Duluth Minnesota just got 7 inches of snow with more coming tomorrow.
Maybe I’ll just sit down and be quiet.