The last few days have been like a scene straight out of Forrest Gump: Rain came from the side, from the ground, it rains at night, during the day, and so forth and so on. I am trying to remain positive. The rain is lovely and needed for the garden, my plants will look great once the sun shines; but I can’t run.
Let me change that: I don’t WANT to run in the rain.
It’s cold, wet, dreary, dull and I just can’t and don’t want to be bothered.
I say yet because come November 22nd I am not sure WHAT the weather will bring. My wog partner and I have agreed that we should get used to the weather. My heart says Un hun but the wuss part of me says na uhn!
Waiting to dry out,