The long Marches
I would imagine that if I were to review all six of the Februaries and all six of the Marches that have found me recording my life online, I'd find posts in all of them about the unseasonable, the extraordinary, the truly epic rain we were having that season.
This will be the seventh. God damn, I'm tired of the rain. This is the time of year when even a native webfoot like me says "Screw this, let's go to the desert." Since I'm not easily able to get out of town right now, let's have a little trip down memory lane to the last time I actually did so. Joshua Tree National Park. It's hot and dry. It is the opposite of here.
I'm so sick of being rain-bespattered (not to say occasionally drenched) that I'm considering riding the bus to work tomorrow and forgoing my 400-calorie-burning bike ride.
Sigh. There's not enough vitamin D in the world.
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This will be the seventh. God damn, I'm tired of the rain. This is the time of year when even a native webfoot like me says "Screw this, let's go to the desert." Since I'm not easily able to get out of town right now, let's have a little trip down memory lane to the last time I actually did so. Joshua Tree National Park. It's hot and dry. It is the opposite of here.
I'm so sick of being rain-bespattered (not to say occasionally drenched) that I'm considering riding the bus to work tomorrow and forgoing my 400-calorie-burning bike ride.
Sigh. There's not enough vitamin D in the world.
Crossposted from Dreamwidth, where there are
comments. | Comment at Dreamwidth.