It was warm enough to run in shorts today, so I took the chance of blinding people as the sun reflected off my whiter-than-white legs. I didn’t have to worry; the sun didn’t stay out for long. There went my opportunity to get some color. And then it started to rain. I passed a woman walking her dog right when it started to rain in earnest. I gave her a “who’da thunk?” shrug as I went by, and she said, “Oh, we knew this was coming.” She’s right. It’s spring in the Pacific Northwest.
“Curse your sudden but inevitable betrayal!”
Since the band isn’t rehearsing tonight, I’ve decided to skip yoga (which is happening all too often), order Thai food, and hang out with John.