It has come to my attention (again – this is something I realize anew every so often) that I could never be a vampire. After four days of nonstop rain (it started Wednesday night and didn’t stop until Sunday night) and constant gloominess, the sun came out on Monday, and I couldn’t have been happier. I could never live in a world where I never saw the sun. (Also, I don’t want to drink blood or be dead.) I don’t have to see the sun all day, or even every day, but four days in a row without it – that’s too much. I enjoy the rain, I like listening to it, I like falling asleep to it. I don’t particularly want to be out in it much (I got fairly well soaked running errands on Friday – I had to buy mulch in the rain – and then we did our yardwork on Sunday in a constant drizzle. Felt very British.), but it’s nice to look at, nice to be snuggled up warm and dry while frantically prepping your house for sale. And then came the sun. Monday was a perfect October day, all blue skies and leaves changing colors. Days like that make all that rain worth it.
Inane Chatter
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