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rejectomorph) wrote2025-02-05 08:45 am
rejectomorph) wrote2025-02-05 08:45 am
52/25: Sunny, Alas
For the first time in days I woke to bright light streaming through the blinds, and it made me sad. There had been rain almost all day Tuesday, and I could still hear the downspout dripping as I went to sleep well after midnight. Now it is all blue sky and sharp shadows, and I'm finding it painful. Clouds are predicted to return this afternoon, and tomorrow there is to be more rain, but that will be the last of it for some time. Indeed, the upcoming weekend threatens to be terrifyingly bright. The next possibility of rain, and that only showers, isn't until a week from today, the first of seven consecutive days when there might be rain. I'm hoping they will intensify to full-on rain, as I haven't had sufficient winter yet this year. And the days grow noticeably longer.
The one good thing about this dry day is that my magazines might be delivered in the afternoon mail. Fortunately they were not delivered Tuesday, as my nap extended through delivery time and I didn't get out to the mailbox until nearly six o'clock. It was still pouring when I went out, but thankfully there was no mail at all. Had there been, it would surely have been ruined. Today's delivery should easily avoid such a fate, and tomorrow's will not, so I'm hoping that if the magazines don't arrive today they will not do so until Friday, when it should be dry again.
I'm really at loose ends today. What does one do with a sunny day? It would probably be good for me to get some actual sunlight, but I don't go out anymore, and it's still pretty chilly anyway, despite the sun. It will actually get quite cold tonight, with no cloud cover to trap the anemic warmth the day is bringing. In fact all the upcoming clear or partly cloudy days this week will be followed by nights with lows in the thirties. I can feel the utility bill rising with every shiver. But then the chill will slow the rate at which the Sierra snowpack melts, so it's not without its compensation. The weather giveth, and the weather taketh away. Blessed be the name of the weather. And now for a cup of tea and a book. And some Cole Porter, via Artie Shaw, from 1938. Wait, really? 87 years ago? Seven years before I was born? Holy crap, I'm decrepit!
The one good thing about this dry day is that my magazines might be delivered in the afternoon mail. Fortunately they were not delivered Tuesday, as my nap extended through delivery time and I didn't get out to the mailbox until nearly six o'clock. It was still pouring when I went out, but thankfully there was no mail at all. Had there been, it would surely have been ruined. Today's delivery should easily avoid such a fate, and tomorrow's will not, so I'm hoping that if the magazines don't arrive today they will not do so until Friday, when it should be dry again.
I'm really at loose ends today. What does one do with a sunny day? It would probably be good for me to get some actual sunlight, but I don't go out anymore, and it's still pretty chilly anyway, despite the sun. It will actually get quite cold tonight, with no cloud cover to trap the anemic warmth the day is bringing. In fact all the upcoming clear or partly cloudy days this week will be followed by nights with lows in the thirties. I can feel the utility bill rising with every shiver. But then the chill will slow the rate at which the Sierra snowpack melts, so it's not without its compensation. The weather giveth, and the weather taketh away. Blessed be the name of the weather. And now for a cup of tea and a book. And some Cole Porter, via Artie Shaw, from 1938. Wait, really? 87 years ago? Seven years before I was born? Holy crap, I'm decrepit!