Midafternooon…and the sky is gray, the air is soggy: feels like it wants to rain but can’t work itself up to that much effort.
Just back from an idle, unplanned stroll around the ‘Hood, sans doggy. It is SO WET out there, you feel like you’re in a sauna! Glad I didn’t take the corgi: she would have melted.
What does Wunderground predict for our parts?
Huh??? Only 5% chance of rain?
What ARE they smoking?
In summary: all the weather sites are describing “clearing skies.”
Ohhhhh…kayyyy… That gray stuff up there is kinda funny-looking “clear.” But whatEVER.
Despite the gently threatening skies and the soggy air, a walk around the park is moderately pleasant. What could be more pleasant than watching the young people playing on the greens and under the trees, after all?
Gotta tellya: This is the place! I want to live here until I die. At this point, that’s likely to be another ten or fifteen years. With luck.
My great-grandmother and her daughter, my great-aunt, managed to stay in their home in the Berkeley foothills until the last cat was dragged out. Ideally, that’s how I’d like to wrap up my life.
Well. We shall see, eh?
Pray for the best. Or something.