...and not a drop to drink.
Native Californians (of which I am one) often joke that we live in a state that has three natural seasons: Wet, Dry, and On Fire. Local conditions have restricted us to Dry and On Fire in recent years, with instances of Wet being few and far-between. No one really likes a drought, but as no one really likes wet socks
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I suited up in my REI head-to-toe green raingear (and hat and gloves and sturdy boots) for my morning walk...it didn't so much *leak* as, rather, sort of give up after a while. "What, more water? Oh, well, come on in."
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Only you could produce that sentence. Which is why I love you and hope that you won't turn into green goop and wash away...
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I'd rather have rain.
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Hope the author event turns out okay and that you and the cupcakes survive the trip.
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And the overuse of electricity due to the driers meant my heater made the circuit break.
So I got to be wet and cold outside, then wet and cold inside.
Wet season and I are _not_ getting along - it needs to come when it's warm and I can enjoy it, not when it's cold.
Though, down here it, it has backed off to just cold and damp, a drizzle and nothing more. But I think it's just luring it me out until the Starbucks run, and then when I have my sugar and caffeine, it will come back, and wash said sugar and caffeine away.
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Please survive your wetness.
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