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Or, as Pat Rothfuss far more charitably calls them: delicate Northwestern orchids. I love living in Washington. The people are nice, the summers are gorgeous, and the winters are mild. There is a very narrow temperature variance here. When it hits 90°F for a couple days in the summer, NPR tells you to check on your elderly neighbors: no one here ( Read more... )

Weather-wise, it's been kind of an odd day. When I walked from the bus stop to the office, it was very windy, but no rain, and even a little sun. Half an hour later, the sky had gone black, with a couple celestial spotlights off to the south. The sky lightened a bit, and it started raining. Then the sun came out, and then it started raining again ( Read more... )

I woke up this morning to find a light dusting of snow blanketing the world. Not enough to stick on the roads, just enough to make everything pretty. The locals have been complaining about how very cold it has been this fall. I silently giggle, and forbear to mention that the only times I've felt it necessary to zip up my trenchcoat have been when ( Read more... )

Unless, of course, the heat index topped 100 two days ago, and it was so hot and humid yesterday that one felt like one was drowning to breathe the air. So this morning, it was 67 degrees and I was shivering. Me. Shivering. At 67 degrees. This is very, very wrong.